Young dogs strain at the leash
old ones just keep up,
slow and wise they remember
what it was to be a pup.
The romping loud excitement
is now a gentle look,
at the pleasures of a lifetime
and the effort that they took.
Content to walk much slower
they get there just the same,
when daily meals are offered
or someone calls their name.
How long it takes to learn this
is merely one's whole life,
imparting serene acceptance
of the goodness and the strife.
by Robert Quinn
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