Every Day the Same

The old dog sits up from his sleep

With that far off look in his eyes.

I sometimes wonder what he would

Say if he could talk. More than likely

He would say, I like every day the

Same. I feel safe and secure that way.

It is my job as his care-taker to ensure

He feels safe and secure each day.

In a way, I feel safe and secure knowing

He feels and acts the same every day,

So we eat and sleep, we wake and walk

Every day pretty much the same. Only

Problem with me being human is, I know

That one day there will come a change.

I can’t stop the aging process which

Grows more weighty over both of us

With each passing day. Change is gaining

On us, my old friend. Lucky dog, you

Can’t see it coming. You lie back down

And go back to sleep comforted the same.

You are blessed in your sleep; I am cursed

In my thoughts. Sleep, my old friend; I shall

Stand watch.

Chris Hanch  12-27-15