I walk around my house
Missing a special "Lady"
I'm as quiet as a mouse
Could my actons change, maybe.
I'm too tired to play
I'll just sleep
It migt be that day
The day I had to weep.
I'll truethfully tell
My friend became tired
I'd hoped she'd be well
I'd hoped she'd be rewired.
But it didn't suceed
My friend passed away
And it planted a tear seed
It came again, that day.
That special Lady, my best
My first and most true
A dog to beat the rest
Lady, I miss you...
My Lost Friend
This is a poem in memory of my dog.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!


