Thursday, April 17, 2008

The Old Dog

when the old bones stop at the
bottom of the stairs
and drop with a whimper and a sigh
resigned that the
soft mattress is beyond hope and suffer
this cold hardwood bed for the night
when the aspirin doesn’t dissolve the
pain anymore
when the joints go their own way
grinding spurs dislocating
when it was only yesterday
you came home
with the leap of youth in your legs
when you could not only run
but fly


5 Responses to “”

  1. noahthegreat said

    Ooh! I love the last few lines.

  2. Pam said

    Your poem is so full of sadness and yearning. Your love for the dog comes through so clearly. One of the most difficult things in having pets is seeing the aging and being helpless to really assist.

  3. dsnake1 said

    so much love here.

    the last few lines are great. describes the aging so well.

  4. Anna said

    Hi, I am a poet with a poetry blog and website. I would like to know if you would be interested in exchanging links? I have placed your link at:

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    I have also created a blog where you can register and publish your own poems and stories. I would love to have your contributions if you are so inclined. The blog is

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  5. Sara said

    This poem will be included in PWB’s July Collection, posted July 13th. Thank you for being a part of PWB.

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