A Best Friend
She walked her dog though stooped by old age
Her eyesight was fading removed from each page
No matter the weather each day without
fail
In sun and in rain, in snow and in
hail
Prince was led on his lead through the
park
By the river sometimes but never when
dark.
We met now and then through the medium of dogs
Without them I doubt if we’d exchange many words
I learned that she taught many years in the town
And remembered the pupils now they had all grown
Now in her nineties life was beginning to
ebb
Both her and on Prince, caught in its
web
No walks, no lead, no dog now to
see.
The ambulance came to her home around three.
The sirens were loud and the lights flashing blue
The mourners formed an orderly
queue.
I still walk my dog but I noticed last
week
That Prince was enjoying some hide and some seek
A young lad was throwing his ball to and
fro
Prince knew at once where to run and to
go
Then I thought for a moment on what I was seeing
A change of pace, of trust and of
being
What a Best Friend really is.
