If I had a German Shepherd
If I had a German Shepherd on my porch
I could be happy, the old grandpa-want-to-be said.
The day was gorgeous, the sunset outstanding.
But he saw none of this, concentrating on what he did not have
Instead of all the things that he did.
His wife put the most beautiful supper on the table that night.
Fried okra, steamed broccoli, steak fixed the way he loved it.
She was disappointed when he did not comment.
Expecting a compliment, maybe a wow.
He was focused on not having a German Shepherd.
More important to him that enjoying his wife or his life.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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