Welcome to Retard's Thoughts in Tales. This is a story, letters in lines arranged in stanzas. An original creaton from my mind. Within this poem are lessons that came from this heart and these lessons should be remembered
The Beast and It's Beauty
Hair all over and those jackals that are sharp and hard
Running back and forth, getting muddy at the backyard
With their tongues out, they demand something
We wander what to give but they are contented with anything
They were there when we feel so alone
They can also be here when our ice cream falls out of our cone
They annoy us with their smell after skipping bath
But they assure us to be by our side in our path
They bark at strangers and can sense danger
But alongside with me, he is a joy-bringer
For these creatures can understand the human heart
They also yearn for their master when they are apart
We meet new friends and old friends leave
Yet they still stay here, giving all they could give
They have a soul so free, a soul so discrete
I just love to see them marking their paws on wet concrete
I love to see their eyes sparkling when they look at my eyes
I can't stand the truth that tears will fall down when I think about our ties
I may be a human but I'm certain that I'll stay until the end
Because you dogs will always be man's bestfriend
