Day Out

The expression in his eyes was doleful

He gazed longingly at the door

It was time for him to go out

The promised treat he got everyday

But there was frost on the ground

And chill in the air

He was weak and old

Could actually be classified infirm

But his heart was young and spirit playful

He thumped his tail and scratched the door

His beseeching woofs

I could scarce ignore

So I tied his quilted coat around

And both of us stepped out

Marching to the tune of his wagging tail!

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Renouncement

Though he gained popularity

As a hymn writer of brilliance

He felt no joy

In contrast there was

A sense of alienation

From organized religion

Unaware of his inner turmoil

His congregation expected

Him to scale greater heights

Unable to live with this dichotomy

His religion he did renounce.

Threshold

The decision to leave was not sudden

She had deliberated hard and long

It is not easy to walk out of a relationship

But continuing with it seemed all wrong

She had nurtured it with love, blood and sweat

Giving it all that she could

But he just didn’t seem to care

Whatever she did, was never ever good

Not good enough to meet his exacting standards

Nor was it easy to please his critical nature

The future seemed dismal and full of gloom

This would continue lifelong, she could wager!

Sick and tired of it, she had taken the drastic step

A life sans luxury but one of peace beckoned

She looked back one last time

That she would cross the threshold, even she had not reckoned!