It is wonderful that this thread has been more about knowledge and a desire to understand. I am so grateful for that!
It seems appropriate to post this poem now. (Author unknown - I forgot to mention that with the first poem I posted).
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You made what I am today, courage at its best.
You wanted me to know no fear, a cut above the rest.
Not only did I master that,
I’ve thrown in loyalty too.
Look past my eyes into my soul,
You know I’d die for you.
I’ll watch your kids,
I’ll watch your house.
Your praise will be my crown,
ask what you will,
I’ll do my best.
I’ll even be your clown.
But some of you don’t like me,
I’m sure I don’t know why.
The only thing I’m guilty of
Is courage, love, and try.
But still they want to see me go,
They want my breed to end.
Will I see you sitting idly by?
You, whom I call friend?
You made me what I am today,
You never seem to waiver.
I’ve done my best to keep you safe.
Won’t you please return the favour?
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Crying isn't a sign of weakness. It's a sign of having tried too hard to be strong for too long.
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