​Poem 10 – April 10 2017

Old Dog Wobble

My old dog wobbles,

When he used to walk.

He hovers between sit and stand,

Back legs shaking as his hips give out.

My old dog never looks comfortable, 

Nor does he smell good.

But sometimes when he runs in the back field I see him,

Just a puppy in the inside.

I hope someone loves me – when I get old and wobble.

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