Thu. Jul 18th, 2024

Written by Ken Carman

(Dedicated to our loving companion: Frankincense the tri-color collie.)

I wait every day
Hoping you’ll come home
Dreaming you’ll play with me

You are my everything

I can’t sing
I can’t talk
Though I try
Desperate attempts
That only arrive
In moans
And sighs

I believe you
Even when you lie
I forgive you
When you won’t even try

You are my everything

I can’t remember a single moment
When there wasn’t a you
For me
And perpetual hope
Once again
You’ll throw a frisbee

You are my everything

And when you throw…
When it soars
I can think of absolutely nothing
I want more
Than to play with you

You are my everything.
Copyright 2009
Ken Carman
all rights reserved

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"If only we could catch as well as you..."

By Ken Carman

Retired entertainer, provider of educational services, columnist, homebrewer, collie lover, writer of songs, poetry and prose... humorist, mediocre motorcyclist, very bad carpenter, horrid handyman and quirky eccentric deluxe.

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