Your Guy

Danm girl you wet yourself again,

I know that you are old Grandma,

But please try to hold it in.

I gave you a regular schedule,

An open door to the John.

I suppose we could place blame.

On the medications that you are on.

I lay here caressing your head,

I remember good times instread.

Circle eights, and hopping gates,

And hogging most of my bed!

You would run like white lightning.

Accross the feilds of clover.

Always by my side.

No matter drunk or sober.

Old Dog I Love You.

Eighteen years gone by.

So girl,...when you get to Heaven,...

Put in a good word for your Guy,...