The absence,
Of a companion,
Always there,
At one's side,
To share,
The" little things" of life.
The tragedy of having stripped,
From an old man,
The right to hug his dog,
Perhaps the one,
And only,
Joy of his life.
Of a companion,
Always there,
At one's side,
To share,
The" little things" of life.
The tragedy of having stripped,
From an old man,
The right to hug his dog,
Perhaps the one,
And only,
Joy of his life.
A sadness that I,
As an old man,
Now share,
With my dog,
The joy,
Of my life.
But one day,
When the pain of waiting,
Is over,
When time has reached an end,
I will embrace my friend,
And I will hug his dog,
And they will know that I am sorry,
And that,
I now understand.
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