The Old Mule
Look at him this old, foolish, useless ass
Let’s push him aside as we gaily pass
Cruel, unforgiving folk would taunt and say
How they tried to hurry him on his way
But he knew he’d been useful in his time
So took no heed of humans moan and whine
He wandered slowly from place to place
The folk not knowing to them such a grace
He was no ordinary, dull, little mule
A good story he could tell as a rule
Of happy, sunlit days left in the past
Forever in his memory to last
Tales of bravery, companionship to bray
The dear, loyal soul had so much to say
If only folk would stop to think and see
A life together could be full of glee
A union of humans and an old mule
He really wasn’t just an silly fool
But an old faithful friend until the end
Wise little fellow with love to transcend
Copyright © Christina Bowring | Year Posted 2023
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