Ole blackie
Why
the sigh?
Why
the sadness?
Why
the darkness?
Despair.
This
life is good!
This
life is full!
This
life it beckons!
To
be more full!
But
underneath he sits;
Underneath
he growls;
Underneath
he knows;
That
I hold but by a thread.
In
the midst of a crowd;
In
the bustling city life;
In
the noisy public house;
Aloneness.
A
bright face!
A
noisy laugh!
A
witty interject!
A
fancy act.
The
darkness sees.
The
silence hears.
The
mute scream.
They
know.
So
energy expends
Work
harder!
Smile
wider!
Be
jolly.
But
Ole Blackie remains.
The
faithful hound.
The
companion of life.
My
“best friend”?
