A heavy heart it left behind,
My conscience deep in turmoil’s wrath,
Hesitate why I ask, I should have shouted,
Stop, what are you doing, instead I pouted,
Fast-moving, step by step a line they dragged behind,
And there a little pooch no bigger then a mouse they led,
Fighting to keep up, trying to get away, out of the leash,
It’s little head to one side; it didn’t look right kish,
By the time my thoughts had functioned to collect themselves,
A proper response they were going fast, I stopped the bike,
Arguing with myself, should I, or shouldn’t I turn around to follow,
Why I ask now every minute, was my mind so hollow?
Or an indecisive heart to keen to be too nice and kind,
Too shallow maybe even blind, Ideas I had, I did all this before,
Why not now, for the moment my whole Sunday went down the drain,
This does really bother me, my heart it goes insane.©
Many Blessings and Much Love - Micke
In Spirit,
Bear
As Eileen says, we can't save the world. Sometimes I say something, and sometimes I don't. But more often than not when I do say something, I make enemies. If only most humans were as smart as most animals, we'd probably never have to say anything at all.
Georg
Fee
take care!
Love,
Eileen