Like Dogs

there are people that we feed
everyday
not related to us in any way
yet we keep them
because they are just too pleasing
to reject
too hard to part with
not really love but empathy
they who do not know already how
to live
and feed themselves
because they have forgotten the other essence
of our struggle
to eat and be alive
to work.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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