No Pup
Excited puppy; she’s no pup,
And yet she runs in circles ‘round.
I know she’s younger in dog years,
But her time comes, not long from now,
When she will feel age more than I.
It’s strange how time moves fast and slow
Although we’re both in the same place,
I’ll miss you, girl, but I’ll not dwell;
I’m thankful for our time right now,
And we’ll enjoy things day by day.
I’m 60 now; you’re 49,
(That’s if you multiply by seven),
But only God knows which of us
Will exit first en route to heaven.
For all dogs go, the movie says;
I have no trouble with the thought
That joy awaits us both up there
With fields of green where we can roam.
For if the lion and the lamb
No longer play the deadly game,
Instead are resting side by side,
Then surely there must be a place
for both of us to rest, abide.
But I will leave that in His hands,
For He alone knows that for sure.
I’m 60 now; you’re 49
When time is measured in your years,
But which of us lives longest here?
That’s both uncertain and unclear.
For God alone knows both our days;
He knows the numbers of our hairs.
But I know this: He watches you;
The sparrow’s also in his care.
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Thanks to all who answered my question regarding what form it is called when you mix rhymed and unrhymed - I switched it to free verse at the suggestion of a number of folks. Y'all are awesome!
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