This laboured Labrador went waddling by, <br />His awkward gait the legacy of time, <br />The tragic loss of youth's vitality, <br />What once were walks, now mountains he must climb. <br /> <br />Did he explore and roam and wander free? , <br />And rest fireside when day was almost done, <br />Then rage along with endless energy, <br />When lead would slacken, giving way to fun. <br /> <br />And did he chase and fetch and froth at mouth? , <br />But on occasion disobey his call, <br />His senses drowned by freedom all about, <br />Fun being so fulfilling after all. <br /> <br />Could it be now his age fills him with dread? , <br />Or does he simply just ignore the fact? , <br />His path's bound for his fellow canine dead, <br />No need to contemplate, the final act.<br /><br />Greg Costello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-older-5/
