Just like you can tell how old a tree is
By counting the rings on its cut belly,
These older ladies' age can be guessed
By the number of grey hairs
Bearded on the muzzle
Of the dogs they walk.
Loyal companions, on they stroll
Past tides and tumults
Through thick and thin
Until, at last
The lead is hung up,
For that one final outing.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC