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The Puppy In Him

The puppy in him ventured forth
  eager to live life to the hilt
A flea-bitten hound crept back home
  Who'd taken the meat from his bone

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Caren Krutsinger

September 24, 2020 at 8:21 AM

I still see my own puppy. She is barking as loudly as she can, and the old dog smirks every morning in the mirror at her determination to stay young.

Michelle Faulkner

September 17, 2020 at 4:21 PM

Sometimes you see the puppy in the old dog, and vice versa, my dog is 5 now, so middle aged maybe? Interesting comparison to the ageing process~

Gershon Wolf

September 17, 2020 at 5:50 PM

And does your 'puppy' wince when you call him/her a 'puppy' at age 35 (in human years)? Oh, I know: Once a puppy, always a puppy. My 'baby' (human one) is 23 now and a tough-as-nails soldier in the Israeli Army. Some 'baby.' Take care, Gershon

Brandy Nicole

September 16, 2020 at 7:16 PM

Ouch !! Poor puppy. This happens in real life as well. We roam around and then find ourselves in the mix of those we shouldn't be near. Always be careful, with who you hang around. ~ Brandy

Gershon Wolf

September 17, 2020 at 5:48 PM

Anytime,... charges waived... lol. Light and Luminescence, Gershon

Brandy Nicole

September 17, 2020 at 2:32 PM

I can see that now. A parable of a man's life. Now, I see both. Thank you for pointing that out Gershon. Me and my deep thinking sometimes. :) Brandy

Gershon Wolf

September 17, 2020 at 1:29 PM

Interesting take on the poem: I had intended it as a parable for a man's life, in youth and old age. Thanks, Brandy. :) gw