When he was young, so long ago
We played down on the floor
We played with little balls and things
Until my knees were sore.
He was so fast and in those days
He'd win the games we'd play
And with the passing of these years
Our hair has turned to gray.
And now as we advance in age
The time we play is short
For both of us are stiff and slow
With little thought of sport.
The love we share is stronger now
Though slower we've become
Companions we will always be
Until our time is done.
You see this guy who's more than friend
And who will always be
He has a collar and four legs
And is my dog you see.
© James O'Brien
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