JUST AN OLD MAN AND A DOG.---------A POEM

     I see an old man just like me, that walks with his best friend.
     You know he loves that critter so, by all the time they spend.
     a walkin' down the boulevard, no hurry, you can tell, 
     Whatever past they mighta' had, to think back for a spell.

     There's one thing you can be sure of, they mostly think alike
     when they approach a crossing place, they both look at the light!
     The old guy isn't sayin' much, for sure there's not much talk.
     They only care when it turns green, and then they cross the walk.

     You wonder just what's on their mind. Do they reflect at times,
     To days gone by or could it be, there's not much on their minds!
     There may not be somebody else, to voice their consternation,
     Or if there is, then maybe not, a thought of conversation.
     
     They're only living day to day, that's all that really matters.
     Each has their pleasant memories, and sometimes maybe scattered,
     Why the heck would anyone care, they're happy, in their fog!
     God bring blessings on them both, the old man and the dog!
     
George McNaughton2