At a gathering old friends to greet

Our lives so busy we seldom meet

Now scattered across this land

It feels so good to once again shake their hand

To catch up on lives both good and bad

Times that were happy and some that were sad

Most had pictures of grandchildren to boast

To our departed friends we gave a toast

We joked with each other how the years had take its toll

At our wrinkles and bigger bellies we tried not to show

In the arena before us we once rode proud

Now we are old faces in the crowd

We share the love of horses and always will

And hope to gather again before we each pass over the hill