MY TOMB’S COMPANION Fleeting friends will family be, Ships that pass for none shall be, A steady friend, but oft a foe, When pilgrim’s path to death we go. Better still to choose a hound, He wags his tail, makes not a sound, But on your tomb rests blessed head, Will mourn forever that you’re dead. My dog accepts my weakness, strength, A hound will go to any length, To please his only friend in life, Will bark in joy when faced with strife, The hound will bounce his tail like ball, A dog throughout his life gives all, Whilst family wants a ‘right’ presumed, Before relationship’s resumed. So when I die as die I must, I have one wish for end that’s just, And all I hope to see at tomb, When I have lived to meet my doom, Is canine loyal, canine true, Not family that I never knew. By Michael Walsh If you like real poetry you will love Michael Walsh poetry:tinyurl/n9d763t goo.gl/RPjs3f and visit michaelwalsh.es If familiar with Michaels poetry, and an Amazon customer a comment on the books link would be truly appreciated. It is not necessary for you to purchase if you have seen his verse on Face Book. Making a comment is as easy as posting on Face Book. I can help you with the wording. Thank you so much. goo.gl/RPjs3f tinyurl/n9d763t
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