Running full out on a beach or in a field
Like he used to do,
the fastest little cockapoo that lived
Before he lost his eyes
When disease made him blind
Fate, Sad and terrible fate
In this world he plods
Lifting little legs high
Broadly placing paws
In this life he moves slowly
Carefully, cautiously
He stays with me
And I him
Now I’m watching as he runs
His little twitching feet the tell.
In dreams, or another world
Somewhere in God
There is reprieve
He runs so fast he flies
His soul lifting upwards
On eagles wings
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