OFF TO THE DOGHOUSE
By Maggie Barton

Off to the doghouse McDuff doth go,
Alas, he forgot who's running the show.
In his turmoil and constant pain,
He looked for ways to cast the blame.

 

Blame for his life and constant belief,
That he was the tree and not the leaf.
Not wanting to face that he wasn't so tall,
McDuff held on, fearing the fall.

 

A fall to a life all shattered and torn,
Secretly wishing he'd never been born.
So off to the doghouse McDuff to reign,
Humanity calling him to face his pain.

 

Pain and knowing the way to be,
Is to face the fact you're not the tree!

 

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