Bright Eyes - To Jazz
Pink eyes, once bright, now dimmed, glazed,
Once powerful legs stilled, lifeless.
The clock chimes five, signalling your death.
Ten years old, no geriatric you,
A spring in your step until the end
Although that leap into the armchair was long past.
You had personality,
You knew our every move,
Knew how to get your chocolate drops and bits of bread.