Every night
and every
minute of
every day
Author: nomdeplume707
On the dotted line
If there was
a religion which
guaranteed
an afterlife of
reunion with
all your old pets
I would sign up
in a wag of
a dog’s tail
Lost is lost
Unheard footsteps
echoing in halls;
unglimpsed eyes
peeping round doors;
unseen tails
wagging with joy;
unspoken barks
welcoming home.
Goodbye my dear old friend
Fool me once
Ambition burned
white hot when
I was young, then
I lost it, discouraged,
then found it again,
then lost it,
then found it,
now, in old age,
thinking myself
safe, the old fraud
seems to have
appeared again.
Over crowded
In old age
anecdotes from
the past come
flooding into
my brain, elbowing
each other aside,
each one eager
for attention
Age old wisdom
Let me share
some wisdom
with you from
my advanced
old age –
things never
turn out like
you think they
are going to.
May Day
M’aidez!
M’aidez!
M’aidez!
Aid my
poor old dog.
That would explain it
Is Donald Trump
speaking
in tongues?
Justice
Some of my
friends die young,
all of my
enemies live to
a well-rewarded,
ripe old age,
it seems.
