The Old Dog Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
The Old Dog
He is old but he's happy
He cannot see and is confused
For a little while I call him
But he's happy as he lays on the bed
Sometimes, we go out weather permittng
He could go up a hill as fast as I
However, needs rest after
Then, he wakes up and whine
And then goes for a pee
I take him to mailbox to do his business
And at the end of the day, he gives me kisses
All over my body thanking me for my love
True love is always rewarded in many ways. Well inked dear poet.
Nice, LeeAnn. The old hag's love captured in so little words
Doggone it, I was gonna write exactly what David wrote in his comment. LeeAnn, this is such a beautiful poem that makes one feel warm all over. Great job, my friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/23/2024 10:18:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I know the feeling, I feel just like your old dog right now! !