The pain of disenchantment cuts like a razor,
It keeps on cutting as you fall back from the bough,
The climbing here is destined to be a failure.
Victory is something, good folk will not allow.
The dog has climbed up the silver gum tree again.
The curious and the judgemental gather round.
They don’t miss an opportunity to complain.
That dog could never live happily on the ground.
The mayor is staring at him and shaking his head,
The counsel hope he'll fall and stop this risky game,
But he won't fall, not this dog, he’d rather be dead.
Better to be free and wild than broken and tame.
I see the citizens chatting to each other.
They really think he will fall. They want him to fall.
They will have a belly laugh with one another.
But that dog won't let them laugh, he’ll just stand tall.
He won't try to reach the top of the silver tree,
He’ll just prove that he can do it and stop a little short,
He'll howl a victorious sounding melody,
The sound of expectation in a noble sport.
Then the good folk below will come to life and hark,
Screaming out to him...."Climb, climb, climb a little more!"
"Hurry, hurry to the top, it will soon be dark!"
He will descend like a soldier back from the war.
And he will look up at the moon but will not bark.
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Let me go out on a limb. Some are destined to be different and as such are not well accepted and not wished well. And as for barking at the moon such people know their limits if wise. What a metaphoric piece David that certainly may contain various interpretations
Yes some of us line up and do what is expected.Others climb but never reach the limit.Thank you for your insight.
I feel it is about not being beaten into submission by what others are wanting and telling you to do, and having the strength to do what you want and stand on your own 2 feet, that`s just my thought. It probably has a 100 interpretations, beautifully written complex poem, that for certain makes you think, really enjoyed the read.
There are no wrong interpretations.You are right about being beaten into submission.THank you for commenting
You are very welcome
Hurray for the pursuit of one's true nature despite external pressures. And regardless of external recognition or validation the dog looking up at the moon but not barking, evokes a sense of quiet pride and fulfilment. With that we are all set to embrace our unique journeys and stand tall against adversity.
Indeed.Thank you for your insight.Always mucho appreciado.
Most welcome 🙏🏻👍
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