As the Day Grows Late
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Eyes closing as the day grows late,
you've waged your war on sleep and lost
And in my arms, your puppy weight
secures my love at any cost
Full grown, you commandeer my bed,
eyes closing as the day grows late
and pinned beneath your golden head,
I'm helpless to negotiate
When years and aging joints mandate
you climb into my bed no more,
eyes closing as the day grows late,
I feel for you down on the floor
The best Friend I will ever meet
No Boy so good has lived, to date
I tell you so and watch your sweet
eyes closing as the day grows late
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Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2023
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