THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO MY BEST FRIEND TINULA, THE SWEETEST DOG IN THE WORLD. IN INSPITE OF HER SAD CONDITION, SHE REMAINS STRONG, HOPEFUL AND LOVING.

DOGS ARE GOOD PEOPLE



Dogs are dogs: they say
That does not sound so good
But They are so much more, I’d say
It’s not only about the food


Dogs are good people
They love us unconditionally
They are good and supple
They follow us mentally


Everyone should have a dog
‘Cause a dog has a huge soul
She’ll warn you of the thick fog
And shield you from the other’s maul


I know because I’ve owned a few
A dog is the greatest being
She wants naught, as she loves you
She’s like an angel sans the wings


They put some humans to shame
As they disseminate their love
They care not for spectacle or fame.
They are a gift from above


Here where surface falsehoods reign
I am always beautiful in my dog’s eyes
Here where physical beauty is the domain
In that way, a dog is wise


Live! Our Doggies a thousand years
Their service is incomparable
They help to take away our tears
And in their loyalty, they are inexorable


They stop at nothing to please us
Dogs live to see us happy
My doggie’s faithful only to me
He makes sure that we’re not lonely


A dog is the other great human
He would never betray us
Unlike some hollow men
Dogs are always true to us


They have a way of soothing souls
No games play they with one’s emotion
They know good friendship roles
They have no expectation


Their love never fades, instead it grows
While humans tire of each other
Dogs give companionship, not sorrows
And are as sweet as a flower


They will protect us ‘til the end
Warn us of impending threats
A dog is a virtuous friend
He will always allay our frets


Dogs have unparalleled grace
And possess a will so strong
With an innocent and loving face
That never can go wrong


Even when sick they care
For us first
It’s not always fair
Their hearts too can burst


I looked into her eyes today
I see times of the essence
You’re going to be all right, I say
But I can’t deny the occurrence

There’s something special in those eyes
I see a zest for life, a smile
It’s my turn now: I must be wise
I’ll fight for you, at least a while


Wishing that had I had the power
To make her last a few more days
Hoping hour, after hour
Hers aren’t only yesterdays


Everything is possible
You never really tell
Because my faith is conceivable
My doggie even might get well.