Bewildered Mutt
There's a song I know
that's an apology
for losing someone's bike.
(Why do folks always say
they're sorry for the wrong things?)
In the course of the story about
the bicycle, it mentions a dog
tied up to the spot where
the stolen bicycle had been.
I know the point of the song
is the lost bike; I just
can't help but wonder about
that poor dog.
(Don't folks always
assume dogs are the strong ones?
They're not.)
You see, therein lies
a figure I can really relate to,
sitting on some sidewalk, bewildered,
fully expecting the Answer
to a life's worth of questions
to come trotting up
at any moment.
(Why do the kind always lose?)
I've had a number of bikes
stolen, but I never expected
anyone to write me a song for them.
So, I guess I feel for
that dog and I feel like that dog
and, at the same time, I'm hoping
someone will come along one day
and unleash me. Really.
And write me a song about
the dreadful importance of
all the things I've lost,
the love, the health,
the inside battles. Not the bikes.
You can keep the bikes for Christ's sake.
Sing me a song about my solitude.
Help me understand my misguidance.
Call me a mutt, whatever you want.
Just don't leave me leashed up here
forever.
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