The End of Year Three

It’s the end of year three since the old dog went free; A rough patch that has softened with time. I recalled it today . . his going away: One bad verse in a beautiful rhyme. Once again I shed tears remembering those years: Peace of mind then eluded my day. The other dog too, who soon followed him through: Both forever live on . . far away. Now a new girl and boy strive to bring the same joy And replace that which never can be: The return of my friends from where heaven begins: Once again, just those two friends and me. Let’s pretend it were so . . there'd be changes you know; For no more would there be only three. We would share each new day in the old fun-fulled way, My two old friends . . my new friends . . and me.