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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

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