Love-Smitten.
Wet as brown pebbles elderly faces
daily parade, jackets held
tightly below capped heads, woolly
clad chests, dogs on leads
lifting up legs or stooping as nature
dictates mature carers fully
prepared, black bags at ready bend
backs low poop to retrieve
then tidily tie before binning leave
no sign of spoilt beach
or footpath, recognize as they pass
en route other pet-lovers
willingly doing just the same thing.
In heat or cold wind nods exchange
recognition as seniors plod
onwards, regaining a sense of lost
value by homing a dog,
at times be-draggled rain-walking
owners will offer a smile
despite inclement skies or ageing
bones as canine exercise
gives reasons for outings that may
never be otherwise taken
yet become vital to stay-at-homes
when sharing life with
some four-pawed, fur-coated pal
whose pleasure trips
become a much looked-for aspect
for folk who love-smitten
are having to live out the remains
of their days all alone.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: July 28th, 2017 03:42
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Comments5
"Seniors plod onwards, regaining a sense of lost value by homing a dog,". You have the gift of nailing it, Fay! Another well written one from your reliable pen.
Wonderfully emotive write and that last line is very true for many people.
Awesome write as always. It is a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing.
Lovely write, and so right!
While we do not have a dog anymore due to a lot of traveling, we used have dogs when the kids were smaller and I always enjoyed that evening walk with the dog.
Lovely poem Fay...
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