Stability

"Time for the final bout.
Rows of deserted houses.
All our stable mates highway-bound.
Give us our measly sum.
Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly.
Starting out with nothing but crippling doubt.
We'll rest easy, justified.
Suffered a swift defeat.
I'll endure countless repeats.
The gift of memory's an awful curse -- with age it just gets much worse.
I won't mind."