Old Dog, Laying On A Swing

old dog

Old dog, Laying on a swing,

what is it that you see as you look into the ocean blue?

Thoughts of your younger days, where you ran and played,

and your legs were strong enough to carry you?

 

Or do you see the lives of the ones you love?

The ones who took you in?

Little brown curls, that bobble,

as little legs rush over, little hands scratch your chin?

 

Rest your bones, now old dog,

go on, lie down your head.,

and bask in the love that surrounds you

all the remaining days ahead.

Note:  I claim all content as my own personal work. Any & all rights belong solely to Kristian L. Cosner Weigman. Any and all use of this work without my permission is strictly prohibited

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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3 Responses to Old Dog, Laying On A Swing

  1. The Eclectic Contrarian says:

    Great stuff! Sounds like me almost lol! 👍

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Pingback: RAKA/Random Acts of Kindness Award 2018 – The Eclectic Contrarian

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