My Tomb’s Companion
Fleeting friends will family be,
Ships that pass for none shall be,
A steady friend, but oft a foe,
When pilgrim’s path to death we go.
Better still to choose a hound,
He wags his tail, makes not a sound,
But on your tomb rests blessed head,
Will mourn forever that you’re dead.
My dog accepts my weakness, strength,
A hound will go to any length,
To please his only friend in life,
Will bark in joy when faced with strife,
The hound will bounce his tail like ball,
A dog throughout his life gives all,
Whilst family wants a ‘right’ presumed,
Before relationship’s resumed.
So when I die as die I must,
I have one wish for end that’s just,
And all I hope to see at tomb,
When I have lived to meet my doom,
Is canine loyal, canine true,
Not family that I never knew.
Michael (Walsh) 28.02.13