Bitter-Sweet Penitentiary Bitter-SweetPenitentiary An old and flea-ridden, mangy mutt padsbehind the muscular man with the pole-leash. The wise, old dog looks up at theman, and wags his sorry excuse for a tail. The two know each other, they are age-oldacquaintances and now-and-then buddies. The man shakes his head and says, “Sorry oldboy, but we can’t keep this game up…besides, you’re far beyond your years ofwandering these busy streets, it’s time to settle down.” The scraggly houndtilts his head and gives the man a soft growl, in a sort of solemn agreement.The dog shakes his mass of matted fur and trudges forth, now in state of gloom;he knew this place well, and by many names: The Pound, Dog Shelter, Rescue Clinic,a Canine Refuge- all of these names meant nothing to the free-spirit butconfinement. The elderly mongrel was made wise byyears of living on the filthy, trash-strewn
Letter to childDearest One,I’m sorry I can’t be here,I know times will be toughWithout me to be thereBy your side during trials and errors,But, do know that I love youFrom now until the end of timeMy dearest, sweet child of mine.You’ll be permitted to read this when you’re eighteenI know you’ll feel like you’ve missed out,But don’t worry my childI’m still about-I’ll always be hereI’ll always be nearWhether it be in your thoughtsOr in your heart,I am within youAnd always above you-So never should you fear.During times of sufferingDuring times of doubt,Always keep your head upAnd keep your judgment about;For good decisions nowWill help you later whenYou need good adviceAnd a helping hand.Please my child,Please understandThese are the last words from a dying human;Not only as your mother, not just as your friendThese last words are for you to keep and cherish for youreverlastingYears on end.So good health to yo
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