The Privileged Life

Written as part of 3 Word Wednesday #429 which gives 3 words (Misery, Stale, Privilege) to use in our post.

The Privileged Life

The two of them sprinted toward the piece of stale bread that the lady threw in the garbage.

What had looked like a big piece from far turned out to be just a mouthful.

“Not again. You always reach first,” whined the brown-furred dog.

As the two went past a big gate, they saw the mastiff being fed with meat and biscuits.

“That’s the life, my friend. Not this one, with nothing but misery,” lamented the brown-furred dog.

“Ah, but this life, it is a privilege. Do you not see it?” asked his companion, the black stray.

When the brown-furred dog didn’t reply, he growled importantly.

“This trouble is but payment, for a life of freedom and adventure. Unlike that one, who’s kept in a kennel most of the day.”

And the two of them trotted down the road to find a nice car to sleep under.

(© 27th May 2015)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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