How so bittersweet, when at the door you meet,
The puppy you once knew, all grown up too.
The friendship in the air, a life of trust and care,
A paw that you shake, mornings when you wake.
On the day that you met, what joy not to forget,
Seems like yesterday, brought him home to stay.
Threw away the doubt, felt a need to reach out,
Who better than a friend, a wag of tail to lend.
Years full of pleasure, each a jewel of treasure,
Just time spent together, company of each other.
But the seasons get late, and time will not wait,
And so age took its toll, the youth that it stole.
With a gentle pat on head, no more need be said,
No questions in his eyes, no need to tell the lies.
With the utmost gloom, you walk from the room,
Such a sorrow to depart, the burden of the heart.
Whose heart will break? Who will feel the ache?
Be it man or be it friend? Can it heal, can it mend?
When all is said and done, standing out in the sun,
He lingers by the gates and he curls up and waits.
Ricky L. Mohl Sr.
November 11, 2015
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