Monday, April 25, 2016

The Last Dog

















Notes unread since high school,
Snapshots of wasted days,
Boxes crammed full of mementos,
That should’ve been thrown away.

As I aged, cash lost its value,
Thoughts and friends now adrift in fog…
I obsessed on what to eat next,
Until I adopted an older dog.

Roscoe, great friend and companion,
Loved his walks with me in tow…
Right up to the day cancer took him.
Now time is a haunting echo. 

Definitely he is my last dog,
I've removed the welcome mat...
It's not that I have no love to give,
It is what I promised the cat. 

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