You can follow a grey wolf into the woods,
Of the Iberian Peninsula, for quite a distance,
However after a certain time,
The Wolf will turn and fight,
He would rather die than leave his home.
You can track a Wildebeest into the short grass
plains of the Serengeti for many hours,
But he will keep running until his heart bursts,
Choosing Death before capture.
People don’t get old they just become lost,
Some will prefer to dance with the fairies,
To avoid the harsh light of day,
Choosing comfort instead of the truth.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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Thank you. I enjoyed where this is taking me.
Thank you very much
So very powerful and true. Enter through the narrow gate, for the way is hard, and few find it. For the wide and easy gate leads to destruction. Its always easier to choose the easy way out of things. It can be hard to accept the truth. Beautiful write, David.
Indeed it is.Thank you sir for commenting.Much appreciated.
Good write David.
Dang it, I not seen a wolf lately in me local woods. If I do, I best not follow it! lol.
It is there hiding.Ready to pounce one day when you are old.Thanks for reading
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