Our Dogs Poem by Phil Soar

Our Dogs



My dogs understand almost everything
my moods and those swings
where my temperament changes,
the gloom it brings
yet they always have something to cheer up the day
even if I feel like running away

The have no commitments that make their life hell
they run to the door when someone rings the bell
they may sound ferocious,
to someone outside
but they'd lick you to death
if you ventured inside

They have joy in abundance and live for the day
chasing a ball or running away
coming back swiftly
without a recall
they know where their home is
and are there should we fall

No shadow of doubt, if dogs weren't around
our home would be silent
we would not hear a sound
we love them to pieces
they enchant were they lay
and the purpose of our dogs
is to keep sadness at bay

It works.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dogs
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