Old Dogs & Anti-Boners

When an old dog

Gets a bone,

He chews it hard

It’s his own.

Dare you try ~

To seize or pry

He calls you the name

Anti-boners inflame!

He will get mean,

And bite your hand –

His wounds we lick

As the clock ticks

Can’t teach an old dog

Any new tricks. 

Let sleeping dogs lie

They don’t have to try.

And so we learn

How to discern.

He can have his bone

His heart is stone. 

Poor old dog –

With a bone to flog. 

An ice to pick

Oh so slick…

Cold and lost,

The bone has cost

His peace of mind –

& Truth he can’t find.

Valerie Hayes