Old Dog Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

His eyes have grown dim with age
but not the mind behind them.
Hands spotted and coarsened
from hard work and useage;
the years have wearied the body
but there is still laughter in him,
dare I say a ‘spark of excitement’
just seeing you arrive with magazines,
and news and your caring;
caring enough to come at all.
Not many do anymore.
Eager to talk and share and be a part of
a world he no longer understands,
still angered at politics and current events
all those things he was passionate about in
youth, the old dog can still be roused.
But soon he wearies and falls to slumber;
at last you are trusted by the alpha male
if only, so he can fall to dreams of stronger days