we’re tired dogs
we seem to want
to go to bed together
at the exact same time
I hit the sack
in the middle of the bed
and say
aaah
she doesn’t make a sound
but plops down on a blanket
in the corner
just a tired dog
we are tired old dogs
and around about our bedtime
she gets snappy
while I can’t think of anything
more to say
except to tell her
good night
you tired old dog
we’re a couple
of tired old dogs
© Frank Prem, 2013
Nice!
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Thank you.
Cheers,
Frank
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I know the feeling 🙂
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Just gets you that way sometimes.
Thanks for dropping by.
Cheers,
Frank
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Sounds about like us!!
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I could have called it old f…
Just like us (or me at least).
Thanks Ali.
Cheers,
Frank
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Sometimes just having another “tired old dog” to care about you and keep you company is all that’s necessary.
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Very true Sandra.
Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.
Cheers,
Frank
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I’m an old dog, too. Good poem, Frank!
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Thanks Grace, and thank you for dropping by.
Cheers,
Frank
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Love it!!
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Thank you.
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😉
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This is so sweet. Made me smile.
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Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed the piece.
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Good old age is good! I am not dread of it, but dreamt of it.
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Quite right, Peter. Good old age takes a lifetime to achieve.
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