THIS OLD CAT

I'm getting on in years
my coat is turning gray
My eyes have lost their luster,
my hearing..just OK.
I spend my whole day dreaming
of conquests of my past
lying near a sunny window,
waiting for warm repast.

"I remember out first visit"
I was coming to you free,
hoping you would take me in
and keep me company.
I wasn't young or handsome,
two years I'd roamed the streets.
There were scars on my face,
I hobbled on my feet.

I could see your disapointment..
as I left my prison cage.
Oh, I hoped you would accept me
and look beyond my age.
You took me out of pity,
I accepted, without shame.
Then you grew to love me.
"I admit the same"

I have shared with you your laughter,
you have wet my coat with tears.

We've come to know each other,
throughout these many years
Just ONE more hug this morning........
before you drive away....
And know I'll think about you
thoughout your busy day!

The time we've left together is a treasured time at that,
My heart is yours forever, I Promise.......
This old cat


Author: KC (sievert) Bingamon
for Misty- Dawn 1998
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