Becoming a Dog
Like in the depths of summer
There is a dogs days of winter
When inside is the best place to be
And dogs just want to lay around sleeping
The older I get the more like them I become
Contented to sit and read, go for daily walks
And eat; not necessarily in that order
And the happier I am just doing nothing
It’s not tough being such a dog
With all my basic needs met
There are advantages to becoming old after all
Like simply waking to another day
(1/5/25)
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