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POETRY (continuation). |
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MAN’S BEST FRIEND.
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A faithful dog will play with you
And laugh with you and cry…
He’ll gladly starve to stay with you
Nor ever reason why…
And when you’re feeling out of sorts
Somehow he’ll understand
He watch you with his shining eyes
And try to lick your hand.
His blind implicit faith in you
Is matched by your great love
The kind that all of us should have
In the Master up above.
When everything is said and done,
I guess this isn’t odd,
For when you spell dog backwards,
You will get the name of God. |
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MY
BEST FRIEND |
My best friend closed his eyes last
night
As his head was in my hand.
The doctors said he was in pain
And it was hard for him to stand.
The thoughts that scurried through my head
As I cradled him in my arms
Were of his younger, puppy years,
And oh so many charms.
Today there was no gentle nudge
With an intense ‘I Love You’ gaze;
Only a heart that’s filled with tears,
Remembering our joy-filled days.
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