Ol' Blue
Ol' Blue
© FNF 4-12-2014
One never knows what fate will hold
Within the coming days
There's highs and lows, but none foretold
Until it is too late
My dear wife Sue and our son Drew
Died in a crash one night
Seemed suicide was my next move
Until Ol' Blue arrived
I bumped into a dog rescue
While tying up loose ends
I stepped inside and through the gloom
His look said, "Where ya been?"
I paid his fee and left the pound
A steal at any price
For I had found the wisest hound
Was ever given life
Ol' Blue was not so very old
That first day that we met
And yet he was a settled soul
And easy to confess
I took him home and fed him well
But nothing to compare
With how he calmed my tortured self
When darkness entered there
I shared my heart on many things
And heeded his replies
He didn't speak, there was no need
The words were in his eyes
Though fate was cruel, it, too, was kind
I'm coping by degrees
Thanks to a dog who almost died
Before he rescued me
Copyright © Ben Burton | Year Posted 2014
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