'Three Old Dogs' Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

‘Three dogs out for the day’

His old heart is past it’s prime
Gentle exercise the doctor suggests
So three old dogs go for a stroll

Three old dogs out for a walk
To get their old tickers going
Stopping to rest on a grassy knoll

Out of breath; legs all wobbly
Weary bones, completely knackered
Backs, once straight, are now bent

On and on they go, homeward bound
Stopping again on the way back
A seat on a grassy knoll, heaven sent

The oldest dog of all home to the wife
The nice long walk to lengthen his life
She says there’s life in the old dog yet







MICMAC