Poem: The old hound
The old hound, gray in coat
Long in nose & years
Walks the path by the stream
accompanied by his owner
He walks slowly with his owner
Never too far ahead or behind
He doesn’t chase distractions
With no collar & no leash
He is Trusted by the owner
He greets the children & elderly
He has been given the grace to roam
But Since he is well trained
He does not roam far
And even without a call
He follows his owner
May we all one day,
become like the old hound
Who follows and knows his masters voice
Yet does not need the leash of immaturity
Be granted freedom, Yet still do the fathers will
Become the old hound
The faithful servant
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