All Is Well. Poem by Guy Northam

All Is Well.



All is well

When, sadly nuzzling my hand,

The black dog sits down beside me.

His eyes are clouded as before,

His coat coarse through inattention.

He waits patiently,

Knowing me.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
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