The meaning of dogs
Woe is me
But also, woe is you
And woe is definitely that guy over there
who, while walking his dog
dropped his cappuccino
as Fido lunged at a passing cyclist
a cappuccino the dog now seems ever so pleased to enjoy
And so upon this observation and many others
it would seem that while woe is you and me
woe is not the dog
We have, of course, always known this
Woe is not the dog
That is why we like dogs.
A little change (or Spending time)
There is only so much time in your wallet, in your purse
and how you choose to spend it is up to you
But spare a little change, won’t you
for the unintended.
Time is time because it passes
I think it is a shame
that to write something short
in this day and age
is to be met with incredulity
and a question of wasted time
As though time itself were anything
but you and I passing each other
on a wide and empty street
Short like a little poem
It can be difficult in this world to write something
short like a little poem
when all around you
big things are happening.
This world demands big things
Tall things. Long things. Loud things.
Things of value.
In this world
you must have something to show for your time
To spend so much of it
on such a little, quiet thing
can seem like you are working against it.
But then, so what if all you have to show for it in the end
is you?
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