Old Man and His Dog
The old man and his faithful dog relish their daily stroll.
'Tis the autumn of their lives, alas, time doth take its toll!
He's not as spry nor is his dog as rowdy as he used to be.
He rests upon a bench, the dog's head reposing upon his knee.
The old man muses and scratches his old pal's ears,
Recalling the companionship they've enjoyed o'er the years.
The dog gazes with soulful eyes and nuzzles a gnarled hand,
Ever alert to obey the old man's every subtle command!
He got him as a puppy when he was just a few weeks old.
The old man took pity on the little runt, truth be told!
But with tender love and care he grew to be a handsome lad,
And became the most loyal friend the old man ever had!
He recalls simple play when he tossed him balls and sticks,
And teaching the old fella the usual silly doggy tricks.
The times his grandkids yanked his ears and pulled his tail.
The patient dog would playfully chase them without fail!
No more are they able to tramp o'er fragrant fields of clover,
And their days of hunting game and birds, alas, are over.
They're both content to spend their evenings nigh a glowing flame,
The dog lying at the old man's feet, dreaming of chasing game!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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