All creatures are created equal.
All think and breath and know of pain.
What makes us human but suffering?
If I can save one, I’ll save them all.
So with these strays I stalk up and down the street,
While Tim goes shooting up, down by my feet.
But these dogs won’t walk themselves…
Tim’s a man, he’ll take care of himself…
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Spencer Wilhelm (
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It is the deeper meaning in this poem that gets the fave. It is so brief that the meaning is easily overlooked. Yet is is so clearly stated. (If I can save one I'll save them all) yet the one shooting up at the feet is neglected to take the dogs out. The poem itself is a metaphor of this its very meaning hidden from view although it lays in plain sight. Often we do not want to see what is too revealing of ourselves. Wonderfully done.
Thank you!
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