The Dog

THE DOG

The dog outlasts you,
He has been subdued
But tries to give me comfort.
He needs brushing
Which is a weekly chore,
Heaving him onto the grooming table,
I do my best.
He submits reluctantly
And forgets about it afterwards.
He gets me out every day
Rain or shine,
Which no doubt is good for me
Despite bad knees.
He follows me around constantly,
Upstairs, downstairs and in the loo
With his wet black nose.
He at least is glad
I am still here.

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