Her Dog
I liked your dog better than you
Your dog always loved me wholeheartedly
You loved me half heartedly most of the time
Your dog was always excited to see me
You lost that excitement six months in
Your dog never told me a single lie
You lied to me too many times
Your guileless dog had no deceit in him
You deceived me one time too many
I wasn’t sad when you left me
At least you did one good thing
By leaving me your dog
Who saw through you
Long before I did
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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