Pondering Pedigrees

Look at the puppy, he’s
testing his boundaries,
building momentum to hurdle the fence.

Once he was feeling tough,
thought he was  tall enough —
knocked himself silly and  hasn’t tried since.

Look at the baby that’s
kicking his cradle slats,
pushing the limits of practical truth.

Reaching maturity,
now he’s a worker bee
trapped by illusion, conditioned in youth.

Whether your pedigree’s mongrel or man,
soaring’s a matter of knowing you can.



2001 Mary Boren
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