The horses of Helios rise to cross the skies, <br /> The pale lamp of Diana gently fades and dies, <br /> Tears of Eos slowly melt away, <br /> The world awakes to greet another day. <br /> <br /> We are both getting old, my little friend <br /> And our romps through the woodlands soon must end. <br /> How many more dawns will we see, we two, <br /> Before I must say farewell to you? <br /> <br /> The path to the woodland gets more steep <br /> But we still go each day, our routine to keep; <br /> We pause and pretend that you've found a new scent; <br /> Your legs are stiff and my back is bent! <br /> <br /> When the snow white horses take Helios to rest <br /> We sit by the fire, this time is best. <br /> Your misty eyes close and you give a big sigh <br /> And snuggle up close until morning is nigh. <br /> <br /> I remember the time when you ran wild and free, <br /> Full of mischief and fun, but faithful to me. <br /> How swiftly life passes, but at least you must know <br /> That I'll care for you always 'til it's time for you to go.<br /><br />Joan E. Clark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-dear-old-friend/
