Friday, April 18, 2014

My Comforter




The world had all gone wrong that day
   And tired and in despair
Discouraged with the ways of life,
   I sank into my chair

A soft caress fell on my check
   My hands were thrust apart.
And two big sympathizing eyes
   Gazed down into my heart.

I had a friend; what cared I now
   For fifty worlds? I knew
One heart was anxious when I grieved -
   My dog's heart, loyal, true.

"God bless him," breathed I soft and low,
   And hugged him close and tight.
One lingering lick upon my ear
   And we were happy - quite.

- Anonymous 

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