Old Dog
His eyes have grown dim with age
but not the mind behind them.
Hands worn and spotted and coursened
from hard work and useage
the years have wearied and burnened
the body but there is still laughter in him,
dare I say a ‘spark of excitement’ just
seeing you arrive with magazines,
and news and your caring,
caring enough to come at all.
Not many do anymore.
Eager to talk and share and be a part of
a world he no longer understands,
still angered at politics and current events
all those things he was passionate about in
younger days, the old dog can still be roused.
But soon he wearies and falls to slumber;
somehow your presence gives him peace.
At last you are trusted by the alpha male;
if only so he can fall to dreams of stronger days.
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