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Rudyard Kipling The Power of the Dog

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?

Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money wil buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie -
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.

Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

[p. 695]

 

When the fourteen years which Nature permits

 

Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,

 

And the vet's unspoken prescription runs

 

To lethal chambers or loaded guns,

 

 

 

Then you will find - it's your own affair,

 

But... you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

 

 

 

When the body that lived at your single will,

 

With its whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!),

 

When the spirit that answered your every mood

 

Is gone - wherever it goes - for good,

 

 

 

You will discover how much you care,

 

And will give your heart to a dog to tear!

 

 

 

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,

 

When it comes to burying Christian clay.

 

Our loves are not given, but only lent,

 

At compound interest of cent per cent.

 

Though it is not always the case, I believe,

 

That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:

 

 

 

For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,

 

A short-time loan is as bad as a long -

 

 

 

So why in Heaven (before we are there!)

 

Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?