To be That Dog

                                        TO BE THAT DOG

Back where I grew up there is a man getting older
With the gray creeping in and the prescriptions piling up
There is a dog, still the same dog but again
The gray creeps in the antics more subdued
The house is more quiet, more calm
I wonder what this old man and this old dog do by themselves
in this house
Built by this old man with his young hands
Given the chance would he take twenty six again?
does he stare at that old dog when it sleeps by his side
And think, to be that dog, less time but not its weight on his mind