Of No Man, Nor Beast

A poem about a dear friend of mine. I hope you enjoy!

I write not of a man,

Nor of a beast some may say.

I tell you of a friend,

That loves me everyday.

His face is simple,

Scrunched up as can be

But as cute as a button,

as any man can see

He is a simple friend,

And doesn’t wish for much

All he needs is my love

Waiting for my touch

He waits at the door,

for when I come home

He wags his tail in excitement

His mouth fills with foam

I kneel down,

to show him I care,

He barks in enjoyment,

And gives a loving stare

He and I are friends to death,

I would say,

But I found it to be much more,

When it was his last day

My dearest friend,

It has been a good 10 years,

But your life is at an end.

The doctor says you are sick,

And too weak to go on,

I made you proud,

and argued you were so strong

But then I looked at your eyes,

And saw the love that you had.

I thought of me being alone,

And your eyes were so sad

You pressed on,

through both life and death.

Braver than any man

Braver than me at my best

I hid my face,

as a tear slipped away

I lost my friend,

My best friend that day

I dug him a grave,

it rests in the back,

so that everytime I see it,

I remember our past.

No, I write of no man at all,

Nor of a beast some may say,

But of my dog, my friend

That loved me everyday