I'm getting on in years,
My coat is turning gray.
My eyes have lost their luster,
My hearing's just okay.
I spend my whole day dreaming
Of conquests in my past.
Lying near a sunny window,
Waiting for its warm repast.
I remember our first visit,
I was coming to you free,
hoping you would take me in
And keep me company.
I wasn't young or handsome,
Two years I'd roam the street,
There were scars up on my face,
I hobbled on my feet.
I could sense your disappointment
A I left my prison cage.
Oh I hoped you would accept me
And look beyond my age.
You took me out of pity,
I accepted without shame.
Then you grew to love me,
And I admit the same.
I have shared with you your laughter,
You have wet my fur with tears,
We've come to know each other,
Throughout these many years.
Just one more hug this morning
Before you drive away,
And know I'll think about you
Throughout your busy day.
The time we've left together
Is a treasured time a that
My heart is yours forever,
I promise.
KC (sievert) Bingamon
This poem was written for Misty Dawn. The original copyrighted material can be viewed at Gentle Annie's site.
