Old Dogs & Anti-Boners
Old Dogs
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