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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Comments4
Great 👍
Thank you so much
My pleasure
The most interesting poem and the point made is that it is better to fight for what one has and to give up and die. Wonderfully stated.
Thank you for you comments.
That’s quite a way to word the feelings and notions on the subject! 👍🏻
Thank you for commenting
We will all go somehow, sometime David.
Andy
One way or the other. Thanks for commenting
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