My dog was euthanized recently,
But I do not mourn his loss,
Because he lived decently,
Not bearing a single cross.
I also will not mourning his fate,
Because death is not the end,
And though life ends on a date
He will forever be my friend.
I wish he went home with the Lord,
But his soul will not be taken there,
Which in itself could be abhorred,
But God's judgement is fair.
The Lord gives and takes away,
For everything belongs to him,
I knew Logan wasn't here to stay,
He'd fall to the Clarion's hymn.
Pets are both a gift, and a curse,
But one I accept all the same,
And I explain that with this verse,
It is not to entertain as a game.
The gift of pets is the truest love,
Their curse is their mortal name,
They are a gift from above,
Whether or not they're tame.
By truest love, which they express,
I call them a divine gift,
though in my mind, I confess
I value them not in thrift.
But is their keeping worth it all,
The joy and pain they cause,
Are they there when we fall,
Or are we under their claws.
I must confess, I do not know,
The answer to my riddle,
But God, I am sure, will show,
It's somewhere in the middle.
So gather animals, but beware,
They do not live for long,
And just when you start to care,
They'll hear the Siren's song.
In truth I miss the Dog some,
And my cat will shortly follow,
Falling with a resounding drum,
And leaving me feeling hollow.
I fell for this accursed bond,
And yet I don't regret it,
For when of them, I'm not fond,
I will never forget it.
CZYTASZ
A Brief Collection Of Poetry Of An Allegorical Nature That Is Terrible
PoezjaIf you like allegorical poetry, give this a look. You may enjoy, it you may not, but I am always open to discussion and criticism. In this book, you will find, poems written from the heart, That I will not cease to write, even if I fall apart. The...
