A Dog's Life

A Dog's Life By Roy Merritt He likes to pee on trees and smell his neighbor's *** He likes to chase balls and roll 'round in the grass And sometimes fight with others and have to run away And still think tomorrow he'll maybe win the day And not have his chums think what he did before Makes him a yeller dog and someone to abhor He likes to eat his food from anywhere and a bowl He likes to chase cats and run them down a hole And if he lives to be twenty he'll feel really old for sure And you know for certain that he won't long endure For one year to a man is seven for a hound And if he reaches twenty he's lucky to still be around He's lucky to be around and maybe still have his teeth Twenty years long to him but to humans very brief So though you may feel tough, alert and on your guard Your arthritic dog is laying about the yard He lays about the yard his eyes reflect despair Like an elderly person rocking in their chair Rocking in their chair nostalgic for their youth Both wishing they weren't so very long in tooth They wish they were young again young and full of zest Back to that time when they felt their very best Back to that time when enjoying the days that pass Wondering if this the one this day to be his last