Tiny paws that one clacked
On wooden floors;
A smushed face
That will always be adored.
I used to steal his food
And hide it behind my door;
And we used to play
Until he couldn't play anymore.
He was my buddy, he was my friend,
But all his passing years I tried to ignore.
He played,
Loved,
Ran,
Drank
and Ate.
He grew smaller and smaller
With each passing day.
He lost his vision, his hearing,
And he no longer played.
He barked at anything
And everything that didn't go his way,
Until one day his bark
Slowly
Faded
Away.
At least he was lying
In the
Sunlight
Of this
Once beautiful
Day.
I wish I could
Find peace
In the very
Same
Way.
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8th Grade Poems, To and From
PoetryAnother collection of poems from 8th-grade minds! These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poe...
