My Little Black Dog

My little black dog is turning gray with white hairs sprouting in spots He still likes to play and rushes the fray and his happy yapping never stops The years have for him been kind how longer will my little friend survive For all things will end too soon in time in doggy years he is one hundred and five Still he must follow me all about when speaking on the phone too long My little censor will bark a protest shout it's time for him is he yaps his little song He wakes me in the morning with wagging tail and doggy kiss He sleeps with me a snoring by my side each night he insists If I sit on the front porch to rest he wants me to hold him up to see If I ignore him a yapping will persist until I hold him up high next to me My little black dog with shades of grey and white hairs are blending in If with me he can no longer stay in heaven will he become my little white doggy friend Or in Paradise with Glory and eternal life do we become all young and new My little black dog yapping in Paradise with his coat black and shiny anew