Black like the night. <br />Gray as an old man's beard. <br />On wobbly legs you walk. <br />Shaky, creaky, unsure limbs, <br />that once ran and leaped, <br />now carry you unsteadily forward. <br />Still confident and proud. <br />You no longer hear me <br />when I call, <br />and still you come. <br />Cloudy, baleful eyes, <br />gaze loving and trusting <br />out on the world. <br />Though what you see <br />be now cloudy and hazy. <br />Distorted by the slime <br />that enshrouds one eye. <br />I nudge your sleeping form <br />and pray that you will move. <br />Anxious and afraid <br />I hold my breath until you do. <br />Thus each day we start <br />our friendship anew. <br />Forever and forever. <br />My old friend its you.<br /><br />Trev Man<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-my-beloved-dog/
