The Missing Love Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Missing love

This is the sunrise of your life, booming voice hollered,
what do you mean, silly man it is raining outside,
well - lamely now- you are alive that is something to
celebrate; you are right I have got everything, house
car and all that, but wish I had someone to love and take
care of. I will drive down to the lost canine place and see
if there is a dog that needs me. Not any dog, say, a puppy
I haven`t got the patience to train one the dog must be
about five years old and preferably a house trained bitch.
It must be an older dog because I'm old so when I die
The dog will hopefully die to of old age too.