Switch
I think I am getting soft
I used to hold myself aloft
I came in from outside
Where I prefer to hide
This old dude
Do not mean to be rude
I came out of the woods
Cause that is my hood
Heard this moaning sound
There was this old man lying on the ground
I knelt down at his side
I can see his finger was fried
He opened his eyes and looked at me
Was glad that there I be
Made sure nothing was seriously wrong
Was a big guy
No lie
But I got him standing
Can tell he had had a hard landing
Got him to his car
He said he did not live far
Said he had a spell
He had got out of his car and fell
Thanked me
That I was homeless he could see
Asked me if I had ate
Last couple days there has been nothing on my plate
So yeah I went
He was kinda heaven sent
Eighty two years old
A couple of hours he was lying there cold
He cannot move so good
I understood
We talked a long time
About him I write this rhyme
Told me as long as I want
My dog Jinjin and I have a place to haunt
I watch over him make sure he is safe and sound
This new friend I have found
I clean his place
Guess it was grace
Funny how things turn out.
Hope to shout
Guess I got a home
No longer need to roam
Tiny little town
No need to frown
I have to get used to this
Bliss
Have my own room
I do not feel so gloom
I drive him to and from the store
Help him through his door
I flip a switch there is light
That is right
He needs help so I stay
I guess that is ok
Stay until he does not need me
However long that be
We shall see
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2024
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