A Man's Best Friend

The dogs I have owned
down through the years
At the passing of each
I have shed tears

A man's best friend
someone has told
Never fully appreciated
until they have grown old

Ever running at one's side
or curled at one's feet
Just to be near you
to them seems a treat

A bark in the night
or a growl in the day
Just to warn you
there is something a stray

The dogs I have now
shall surely be my last
They are equal to all
I have owned in the past

The handwriting's on the wall
I so plainly can see
The tears that are shed next
They shall be shed for me


The Old Fisherman