Old Murphy And Me Poem by jim foulk

A gentle dog
with a tender
heart.

So caring he
is, so it appears
he looks at me

with those big
hazel eyes
as I watch

him rolling in
his grass he
loves so well,

he's up there
in age, as
we both are now,

old Murphy the
dog I love so,
we're taking in
the rays of the sun

to ease the
pain from his
and my old bones.

Him and I are
both entering our
golden age.

So loving is
this friend
of mine.

This sun feels
so good to us
both. Murphy,

lets enjoy the
warmth of this
beautful moment
for awhile.