How Does Your Garden Grow
When a child looks at me and decides to pull
my ears or hair
My small yip means OUCH but assures
punishment will be severe
I'm alone in a world of punching hands and
kicking feet
No one cares when my eyes implore and
entreat
Now I'm old and can't stand up any longer
to play
And I have heard their decision as they look
at me and say
We have the solution, a place for this dog to
go
He'll be a bucket of ashes for our garden,
making it grow
Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2017
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