Friday, 18 June 2010
WHIMPER NO MORE...
When you'd ask to be walked, I'd beg for some time,
And reluctantly, but surely, take you for your walks
When you'd feel hungry and beg for a bite,
I'd pull off a chunk and give it to you
When you'd scratch shut doors and demand to be let in,
I'd gladly pull the door open for you
When you'd jump on my lap and growl like a cub,
I'd give you your daily leg massage
When you'd turn around and show me your back,
I'd scratch it for you
Whenever there was an argument and we all raised our voices,
You'd tug at our knees, and we'd shut up
When you'd jump on my bed, and ask for your space,
I'd share my pillow with you
Whenever it'd thunder, and you'd shiver, and whimper in fear,
I'd hold you close to make you feel safe
But there you were, struggling to stay alive
fighting death...creeping death,
and I could do nothing...
nothing at all...
Now, as you lie in your muddy grave,
completely at rest, at peace finally,
the heavens pour down, and the thunder is at its loudest.
But I know, you'll shiver no more,
nor will you whimper...
It's our turn to whimper now.
Miss You Rocky,
We Love You
Wish I could tell you one last time