To The Lost Dog Poem by Tosin Abegunde
To The Lost Dog
Influence ignites instinct
When soaring on high instills.
To whom much is given
From him much is expected.
For building today's pride
Is to energize tomorrow's ride.
When the trumpet blows wind
The wind pipe suffers.
Only to produce a tone define
On his wish, a rich tease wills.
Whistles hoot behind
The box scrambles to inspire.
When the show ends
A carnival of shame is earn.
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