The Small Dog on Ageing…

She fell on her face and she looked none too happy…

And recently she seems to feel pretty crappy…

Most mornings, I hear her, when rising from bed,

And where once she’d be singing, she’s groaning instead.

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Now me, I can sympathise, getting no younger,

I still want my walks but without the same hunger,

I still need my ball and my toys and to play…

But these days, I’m happy to sleep half the day.

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We’re ageing together, my two-legs and me,

Where I can still run, she’s slowed up mightily,

I’ll still make a run for a half-open gate,

The only thing she’s heading fast for is ‘late’.

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But while we’re both here, we’ll believe in forever,

In loving and living and laughing together,

For one thing that never grows old is the heart

And once filled with love no two hearts ever part.