Once there lived a dog,
In the house of humans,
Healthy, wealthy, and wise,
still not free.
His freedom had a price.
He dreamt of living in a castle or a hut maybe,
that one day he would have a world of his own,
Where there would be fresh air and no quarrels in the next room,
more books and fewer voices,
warm lights and thick curtains.
No dilutions of Rock rose, Clematis, or Cherry plum.
Where he would watch monkeys play and fishes swim,
And would believe that dreaming all this wasn't a sin.
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Interesting poem. In the mist of affluence you could still be in bondage. Freedom can be found in simple things.
Thank you! Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.