Gotta dog on it,
My cat doesn't wanna get bit,
Mom's been barkin' for a dog she found,
Not from a pound
No,
Pure bred breed she wants? Oh...

Well that's three hundred steps to the the poor house
Too bad she didn't want something free like a mouse,
Just leave some food out for a week,
And I'd bet money a mouse would give us a peek.

If we had a mouse I could get a cat named Tom,
But that's what I want,  not my mom.

She expects a new puppy pal
In fact, she's quite pushy for a gal.
So we went to pick out a pup,
Up to the pen we arrived and all the boys jumped!
That seemed like too much to handle for her,
So she picks a timid one...
Hoping to get our cat to purr.

Brother and I split the bill,
I thought we'd have to give it a worm pill
But the ******* kept them in good health,
And good thing since the K9 required such wealth.

On the way home I had a nameless dog on my knee,
So glad she didn't ***.
Yet close to home she threw up all over my lap,
It congealed and I felt in a warm wrap covered and odorous we pulled over,
By a field without cover.
I was patient and calm about it,
But what I really wanted to do was throw a fit!

Working I hear,
"If I knew then, what I know now"
Women were talking near.

I continued to work,
Thought 'wow'
What if I did know more in the past.
Surely I wouldn't ever fall last.

But the last place offers the most room to grow,
Would life be so much better in 1st place?
I know 'no'.

The compromise of pain and gain,
The character growth of which my Dad so highly spoke,
And for the longest time I thought a joke.

A joke it was not.

A lady said something that caught my ear,
Made me wonder if I'd be better off here, or in a past with what I know currently,
And to answer this question accordingly I wish for so fervently.

My answer to such a discombobulating query was this.
This not as a solution, but an explored response.

I answer not today, nor tomorrow,
But yesterday my answer shall lay,
And if that makes sense not, then hey,
Ask me on a yesterday when I already know for today.

When I lost half I was ok,
Because I know it isn't gone.
Just halted, I'll have it later, on and on, and still going strong.

When I lose a quarter of myself more
I could be OK,
But surely I can remember that isn't even all I have to relay.

I've lost half of myself now along with more than a quarter.
I am not even 12.5.
With only a quarter I'm half full,
Yet less so I have to hold.
Not even 12.5, I'm left only with 12.

Her eyes are a steel blue,
Larger than any owl's, "who?"
Her name just  word,
But it brings joy to me like a song sung by a bird.

Her smile,
Whenever used warms me a while.
Her gaze,
When locked on me, traps me in like a maze.

To start a conversation with her wakes my knees weak.
Into her soul I have only had a peek.
To ask anything of her alone I need to be strong,
Luckily I have friends to help me along.

So many things stated before,
With her I find them true evermore,
And a shared future I cannot yet see,
For now I should let things be.

The entire time I me these things through,
I sense a growing courage-
Something new.
I know not what path I should take,
But I shall be true and not flake.

I wish not for 'her' and 'me',
But for a 'we'.
An infatuation I cannot suppress,
For our date I dream of how she'd dress.

I may dream about us with hope,
But I know we aren't going to elope,
As of now I must be content playing the game.
I wonder if she thinks of me the same.

Our differences do divide us,
They keep us parallel.
Apart.

Our differences don't alienate us,
They keep us unique.
Unparalleled.

There are differences between us,
They maintain our unity, and affection.
Perpendicular.