July 25, 2014

My Old Friend

I had a friend,
loyal and true.
He made me glad,
when I was blue.
When I was troubled,
somehow he knew.
And I returned,
his friendship too.
It lasted years.
Until the end.
But i’ll not forget,
my closest friend.
I suppose my story,
is not that odd,
to anyone,
who’s owned a dog.

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