I admire those whose egos....
well-behaved, like gentled beagles,
show they've lived and learned a thing or two...
have sought sweet logic, understand pruning....
fondle fiery runes.... remain unscorched....
me, I still chew a bone.....hide it under the porch.....
go back to it...gnaw like a leopard....
oh, for the wisdom of a german shepherd.......
yes...reveling in self-pity......today's meat and drink...tomorrow...who knows '>)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in memory of my precious Jodo...hey, tiny hambone....lovelovelove