I watch the white advance
across my pooch's snout
a glacier on the continent of truth
although he still can prance
when wandering about
he's no-where-near as feisty as in youth
but that's okay with me
I let him paw the ground
and poke the weeds for novel things to smell
or sometimes sit there patiently
while I just futz around
aware that I've slowed down a bit as well.
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2 comments:
Pertinent observation on the passing of the years. :)
What can I say, it's getting rough (oooh that was bad)
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