Anthony Bianco Poet Free verse

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
toting an aged greyhound dog called Time.
Thinking what a tragedy it's going to be
when Time dog leaves me far, far behind.

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Paul Bell August 3, 2025 at 3:19 AM The ultimate dilemma of time. When you're young, it drags in. When you're old, the clock looks like it's on overdrive. I just cut out the middleman, shot the dog. Anthony Bianco August 3, 2025 at 9:08 AM Reminder to self, never let Mr. Bell Pet sit my dog.