Mother dies and these coffin days
Soon lead to the accommodating earth,
The same mother, babe-in-arms,
Her first-born clutching her free han
As they embarked on a new adventure
Together, down by the riverside. 
Once more the horizontal place
is permanent where silence reigns supreme,
one less shadow moving along
the street, gliding over spring grass,
walking children between the avenue
of tall trees, into the waking town.
 
No more equally matched horses
to fight it out in a photo finish,
one less punter to lose again,
those eyes never open again
to jockey-bright colors staying the course,
bringing home victory or defeat.