Walkies

I have a dog

The dog will die

Is this a lesson I shall carry

To my dying day?

Or does the act of self

That automatic propulsive force

Perfect and flawed

Progress with disregard

To the effects of friction and time

Forgetting along the way

That transience is history in the making

And future clouds are seeds of rain today?

I don’t pity the dog

Why should I?

We are joined in fate.

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