I chiseled his name
upon a stone-
in his favorite place
where he loved to roam-

and buried him there
just the other day-
it's hard to write
with tears in the way

Eighteen years
of love and trust-
eighteen years
with my ol pal Luck.

For eighteen years
he'd wait by the gate-
till i came home,
no matter how late.

I wonder how long
that I'll shed a tear-
when i come home,
and he's not there.

Pals we were,
pals we'll stay-
he'll live in my heart
till the end of my days.

03/05/2004

Author's Note: I know this is a very simple poem, but it is for my dog. You can also read it if you like.

Posted on 03/05/2004
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