Old Friends
Sitting here with two old friends
On the sofa, fast asleep
Watching chests that rise and fall
Thinking back when they were small
Rescued from the pound for keeps
Though they are my daughter’s pups
Feel a bit like their my own
Both Lyra and Lemony
Spent extended time with me
When circumstances kept them from her home
I recall just saying, sure
Wasn’t reason to discuss
God must look on with a grin
When we let his creatures in
Like when he came and rescued us
My two pups are getting old
I’m aware; I don’t pretend
There’s a time when they won’t be
But for now, great company
A visit with old friends
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