Sunday, February 25, 2024

Waiting


Waiting
by Lord R.e. Taylor

Back when I was a puppy
I ran around and never rested
We used to play in the yard
Chasing balls and bones you threw
We’d walk everywhere we could
Most time I wasn't on a leash
You know I never ran away though
That was really not too long ago
Now I am an old man
But I still wait quietly for you
Hoping we can go out again
Just one more time 
Before the Rainbow Bridge calls

© Poem – XXVI/II/MMXXIV
LRET


 

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