Warming Glories

We’re limping along,

Golden Retriever and I.

Blame our lifestyle,

Or genetics, or foolish

Zeal and grandiose

Dreams; she WILL catch that deer,

I WILL move mountains.

Yet, now our joints betray us

And leave us one choice:

Acknowledge it’s time

To sit by this warm fire

And bask in memory’s glow.

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