Saturday, February 9, 2013


My dog is dead
By senility led
To wait for me in the road.
My lightened load
Not having to put him down
Does not relieve soul's frown 
Or cause hope to bloom
In this morning gloom
That in deafness he didn't see
That he soon would not be
Waiting longer for me there,
But in another place somewhere.
And if my best friend ain't there,
I don't need to go.