An Old Dog
An Old Dog
Miracle Man
4/18/2022
I’m just an old dog, who’s seen a few rough days,
Some have dared tell me, that I’m set in my ways.
Because at eighty-three, some technology I spurn,
And oft during quietness, for simpler times I yearn.
I have never been a mixer, when I didn’t feel at ease,
And seldom are things done, unless meant to appease.
I count forty five scars, the visual evidence of my past,
Each scar tell tells a story, both recent and long past.
So the road I’ve traveled, has had speed bumps galore,
And today I’m left to ponder, will there be many more?
During my early lifetime I could bring some scorch,
today I’m an old house dog, kept tied to the porch.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2022
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