Can I Keep It?

Sometimes a poem just follows you home,

like the puppy in the story,

and you have to say to your mother mind,

Can I keep it?

And the better part of you says,

If you can take care of it.

and the best part says,

No boy. Don’t you see it isn’t a dog at all.

A puppy? A pet? Don’t you see it is something wild,

unnamed, untamed, and free.

Feed it, watch it grow, play with it while it stays,

but don’t get attached.

It will, if its true, if it is worth keeping,

go off one day to follow someone else home.

And that’s the way it should be,

if it is really poetry.

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I got a little more curious and nostalgic than usual last night so I started dredging up some ancient files that I have on a now abandoned software database and I found this little gem of a poem.

I don't have an author or source or any idea about when or where I picked it up, which is fitting I suppose.