Simon’s Desire
He slid from the sofa down to the floor;
His face soft and furry, eyes that implore.
He crawled toward my chair, inch at a time,
Desperate to get there, trying to climb
With hind legs that don’t work, unto my lap,
Little dog eager for affection with nap.
Many memories of good walks remain,
Small dog beside me walking with pleasure,
In sunshine, on blacktop, over the creek,
Best loved companion I ever could seek.
Now we’re both crippled, old, wounded and grey,
Hanging on to love with no more to say.
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Simon the wounded, the old and the grey.