(This poem is by one of my best friends, and I wanted to share it with you guys.)

I may be a dog, lonesome and humble
And I hear your reply, under your breath
I have a mouth, that means not I mumble
I have ears, but that means not I am deaf

I may be a lamb, grazing distant fields
And I can see your fist raise to the left
I may have wisdom, although not from guilds
I may have morals, although they aren’t cleft

I may be a man, curious and brave
And I can see your mood change, to strife’s gain
I have arms, that means not I’ll dig your grave
I have the tract, for any given pain

Patience, my friend, can win a mere battle
The only kind bred for death, are cattle

-Michael P. Meade



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