Old Dog, Old Friend

• Grace Prentice, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2008

I miss the times when you would run,
And play without a single fear.
But now you slowly walk with aching bones ,
You try not to shead a tear.
I would call you and you used to come,
Now I call you and you don't hear.
You want to run, you want to play,
But your aching bones just want to stay.
They want to lie, they want to sleep,
But worst of all they wnt to weep.
Because you are my old dog,
Though your heart is very young.
You used to run, you used to play,
but lately you've just sat all day.
And though I miss that young dog and all the times of fun,
I'm very happy just sitting with you, as you lie here in the sun.