Long time ago I had a dog <br />Part spaniel and part chow <br />She chased the mailman, nipped his heels- <br />The things you can't allow. I drove her to a country farm <br />And gave her to a boy; <br />There's nothing else that I could do. <br />She could not there annoy. Tied to a tree she strained her leash, <br />Her eyes were moist and sad. <br />I could not drive I could not see <br />Through tears, I felt so bad. Time eased my heart and guilt somewhat <br />She grew from just a pup. <br />The boy and dog became as one <br />And soon they both grew up! Tollage of the Soul Be quiet my troubled heart <br />and leave my mind at ease. <br />I must not let my tears and fears <br />run rampant as they please The years take tollage of the soul <br />for strength and courage wane. <br />The efforts spent through fleeting time <br />so often end in vain. The battle to the swift must go <br />to those who falter not, <br />who lift their chin and grit their teeth, <br />accepting life's sad lot!<br /><br />Bess Huber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blackie/
