The Old Man On His Cane
The old man could barely walk
Bent over on his cane
And there beside him
Man's Best Friend
It wasn't in him to complain.
One-half a step -sheer agony
For the old man on his cane
But he must walk
His Best Friend's walk,
Each day it was the same.
The labored pace was not a race
It scarcely was a walk
But man's Best Friend
Kept pace with him
Along each city block.
Friends never ever let you down
Devotion! That's the deal
And man's Best Friend
Until the end
Is right there at his heel.
The fact is plain for all to see
They're comrades sun or rain
Man's Best Friend
And Best Friend's man
Are on their walk again.
Friends can and will endure the pace
And love ignores the pain
Man's Best Friend
He will wait
For the Old Man on his cane.
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