Time Dog
I used to get a little bit misty eyed
watching an old person hobbling along
toting an overweight gray muzzled dog.
Thinking what a tragedy it's going to be
when one of them leaves the other behind.
Now, I'm that old man hobbling along
with a frantic grey hound dog called time
thinking what a tragedy it's going to be
when Time dog leaves me far- far behind.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2025
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