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SURVIVAL When I look in a mirror I accept what I see. But beyond the reflection Begins another journey. The wolf And the bear- Two creatures With life I share The wolf is pragmatic But can be flawed. The bear however, Will always stand tall. Wolf is a mother- The best protector, But if needs be You had best flee. Bear will come, Rip the sky from the sun. And turn raindrops into flames While dancing as you run. I was born a lone wolf, But life beat me down. So then I found Bear And felt invincible again. For Wolf the objective Is not to find home. But to prepare herself For being alone. And if things get too much, Feelings, emotions and the such. Bear will be there, And you had better beware. Wolf is not always happy With the prey killed by Bear. But she instinctively knows Nothing in life is ever fair. Bear killed a friend Wolf should by nature not have had. It brought chaos to the jungle And was less happy than sad. A thing so dear It would only cause fear In the kingdom it thrived, So Bear decided it had to die. Everything is relative- Look at this cute, little wolf And the big, bad bear. Wolf could not make you listen, But Bear made you stare. (Gerry Aldridge ©2017)
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC
SURVIVAL
SURVIVAL When I look in a mirror I accept what I see. But beyond the reflection Begins another journey. The wolf And the bear- Two creatures With life I share The wolf is pragmatic But can be flawed. The bear however, Will always stand tall. Wolf is a mother- The best protector, But if needs be You had best flee. Bear will come, Rip the sky from the sun. And turn raindrops into flames While dancing as you run. I was born a lone wolf, But life beat me down. So then I found Bear And felt invincible again. For Wolf the objective Is not to find home. But to prepare herself For being alone. And if things get too much, Feelings, emotions and the such. Bear will be there, And you had better beware. Wolf is not always happy With the prey killed by Bear. But she instinctively knows Nothing in life is ever fair. Bear killed a friend Wolf should by nature not have had. It brought chaos to the jungle And was less happy than sad. A thing so dear It would only cause fear In the kingdom it thrived, So Bear decided it had to die. Everything is relative- Look at this cute, little wolf And the big, bad bear. Wolf could not make you listen, But Bear made you stare. (Gerry Aldridge ©2017)
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC
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