My Dog

My dog

Barely two feet tall,

And yet he means all to me.

After a trying day at school,

When I have to face all the pressures that I am used to being exposed to

I can come home and know that somebody loves me.

He is innocent, kind, playful;

He is loving and stable in a world where stability is an unreachable goal.

He is joy, but not happiness because happiness is fleeting.

He understands me and yet doesn’t at all.

After a trying day at school

Or a rough afternoon working at the pool,

I can come home and know that my dog is waiting for me,

Ready to show me the love that this world lacks.


This poem is about: 
My family
Our world


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