My old Friend

Watching my old friend this morning.

Over 5000 of these days together forming.

Sitting in the warm fall sun, soaking in the rays.

Hot rising or stormy weather days.

My keys jingling are an instant up.

Cause we might be loading up to go in the truck..

Every work day and weekend , keeping an eye on my shoes.

Me barefoot has him with the blues.

Cause boots are for working, so he's almost sure to go.

Tennis shoes are a maybe yes, and sandals maybe no.

Point man on the trail, as a good lead dog would.

Never once has left me, from being misunderstood.

Returning from times he can’t roll, he’s the first face I see.

From a hard day’s work or fishing in the sea.

When he’s not there I hear his bark.

Silence is deafening without his snoring in the dark.

Nights are not the same when I don’t call his name.

Been beside me when even when I was unsure.

With his heart of gold and love so pure.

My old best friend Wyatt the Wonder dog

Or WD 40 on short.

Blessing sent to me from God’s court.

To become such a part of me.

I see I am in good company.

Left with maybe a year or two if we are blessed.

Cause living and dying daily together, is what us old friends do best………………..

FTBAS 10.22.14