My Dragon Poem by Ima Ryma

When I was young I would go to
A nearby lake, lovely and deep.
And I did make a good friend who
Emerged from the water to keep
Company with me for a while.
It was a time and place for fun.
My dragon always made me smile.
I felt a very special one.
But then I moved on with my life,
And gave my dragon little thought.
I got caught up in human strife,
And smiled the less, older I got.

But now near death as I do be,
My dragon has returned to me.