and I'm sure he understands.
When he looks at me so attentively,
and gently licks my hands;
Then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes,
but I never say naught thereat,
For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes,
but never a friend like that!"
--W. Dayton Wedgefarth
A FRIEND
I return home from a bad day,
in tears and angry.
the TV is blaring with mom glued in front
she removes her eyes from the screen
and sees my tears,
but I hurry upstairs
before I have to explain.
In my room,
with the light off and two candles lit,
the only one who comes to see me
is my long time friend,
my dog.
he looks at me with caring eyes
and I don't have to explain my tears,
he understands.
- from; Heroze
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