What Dog
What dog
When you choose your friends
you love them to the end
they go and you feel sad
they're a man's best friend
they love you when you're glad
they love you when you're sad
you smile when they play
you feed them every day
you miss them when your away
they miss you every day
they need your love and kind
they reward you all the time
when they get old and sick
you treat them with respect
some day they can't go on
you wish they would be strong
remember them with love
they hear you from above
we hope that in the end
we meet our friend again
it would be so sad
if we failed to give a hand
I wish I were a dog
Copyright © Dean Mobley | Year Posted 2016
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