An old dog's wish
Im no longer in my golden years,
No more worries, no more fears,
My hearing fades and my eyes sight gone,
No longer able to chase that stick you've thrown.
My once black fur is going grey,
And my legs seem to have gone astray,
I might not be able to run,
And my time may be done.
But all I ask of my dear master,
Even when my legs are wrapped in plaster,
Is that you will love me all the same,
even in my going days.
poem by MilothePitBull- do not steal
Im no longer in my golden years,
No more worries, no more fears,
My hearing fades and my eyes sight gone,
No longer able to chase that stick you've thrown.
My once black fur is going grey,
And my legs seem to have gone astray,
I might not be able to run,
And my time may be done.
But all I ask of my dear master,
Even when my legs are wrapped in plaster,
Is that you will love me all the same,
even in my going days.
poem by MilothePitBull- do not steal
