The Dog - Poem by Randy McClave
Not to be lonely God created us all a mate
But, sometimes that partner gave us only hate,
Looking for love and joy many times was lost
Infidelity and cheating, was the final cost.
God then decided to make us a child
Which was crafted from our soul and thoughts then was compiled,
The child gives the joy and happiness that we all would truly need
Upon our delight and bliss, the child would feed.
Whether it was little girl or a tiny little feller
In our emotions and in our heart they became, a dweller,
They became the only reason for us to hurry home
Then they became the reason, why a man would not roam.
Their smile would always wipe away any doubt and tears
Their laughter would be the sound to erase any and all fears,
God created them for the lonely, but then they would mature
To man’s loneliness, they were the first true cure.
The child one day would complete its task as it became an adult
Sadness to the lonely parent will be the heartbreaking result,
The answers then were lost either in a book or in plain dialogue
Maybe that is why God decided to create for man, the dog.
Randy L. McClave
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