A Poem for The Precious Golden Oldies

Lady

With still so many sunrises and sunsets yet to enjoy;

Would love to spend them with you, my tennis ball

and maybe a favorite toy.

You know…someone no longer wanted me,

and decided to just give me up;

Was it because I was no longer a fuzzy, yellow pup?

I'm so proud to be a precious Golden Oldie, and

that fact is very true;

With so much love yet to give…can I spend my

"golden" years with you?

It would be heavenly to rest my head upon your lap,

with your arms enfolding me;

And once again feel safe and loved, with us

just sitting under a majestic, old tree.

I've come such a long way…and my journey has been

extremely hard;

Would love to just sit by your side, or peacefully roam

around in the yard.

So won't you please adopt me soon, and my "new life's story"

can begin to unfold;

For as we all know, there is nothing quite as nice,

as precious old gold!

Easton