Chase Poem by Phil Charters

Employment,
Gone on the ebbing tide
Sucked from the shores that pride a fair go
My means to a leaving gone
Income gone,
To those who make a hobby
Collecting other peoples wealth.
And now, old age has taken my dog
My sweet, sweet boy,
Love and joy was his gift to life
Never a harm to another done
Never himself enhanced, at another's expense
Joyful, and loving, from cradle to grave
I grieve, not for lost employment,
Nor for income gone
I care not for folk, who destroy others to gain
I do grieve my dog
Who gave joy and laughter,
Puppy to old man
Enhanced lives he knew, along the way
A beautiful life, A loving life
I care, he was my buddy,
For the whole of his life
Rest in Peace
My beautiful boy
Chase.