These are not they
Who would seem to obey
In a moment of change
They display what they may
To hiss with disdain
At the slightest refrain
Near field or down range
When they hear it again
New dogs with new sticks
Heel and then try new tricks
When their faces oft strain
Try some more till they stick
To an old dog today
On this sun speckled day
To obey would seem strange
And to growl is to play
Run off now and vamp
To the place you decamp
Retell the interchange
While your will can still stamp
Dear boys I can reckon
How your youth strongly beckons
But my face will not feign
Though my temper might quicken
Do not count it across
Or a gain or a toss
For I’m not a quick gain
But a time tattered loss
Forget that you saw me
I’ll forget that I saw thee
And what once felt like a bane
Was then nothing to see