Advice from a pack dog

At the back of the dog pen a warrior lies,

Broken and wounded with knowledgeable eyes.

He surveys the young pups rolling at play

Thinking back to his own care free day.

I approach him with caution and sit by his side,

He barely acknowledges me, his unease he can’t hide.

I speak to him quietly with reverence and respect

He eyes me carefully before considering me no threat

“You have seen much, I can tell by your gaze,

I’m sure you have stories that would simply amaze

I’d love to hear your tales of the pack

Of what is important now you look back.”

He sighed quietly and settled into thought

It was obvious he wasn’t a gentle sort

He licked the lips of his battle scarred nose,

And into a proud sit he stiffly rose.

“There is nothing as important as living life well

In the daily pursuit of making hearts swell,

Be sure that you find a stable, just pack

To lead or to follow, that will cover your back”

“Understand that your place where ever it be,

Is not up to you, or up to me,

Your place is chosen by forces great,

And our performance as such is all we can rate,”

“You are young and have power you must be sure to use

Do it now while you can or this day you shall rue,

For once you are older and your fate is closer met,

It is not the battles you won that fill you with regret,

It is the battles you lost, but even worse still,

It’s the battles never fought that shall rankle your will.

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