Misha Walks

We both are old,

Old breaks stiff and sore,

Yet like soldiers we go out the door,

You lean to the side,

Your leg is hurting,

And then you fall to the floor.

But you get back up once more.

You will not miss your walk!

 

You fall again.

You drag your leg.

I took you to the doc,

They gave me meds,

For the pain.

I help you up.

That's all you want.

To sniff the yard,

To make your rounds.

 

We make our walk,

Though not our mile.

You are stiff and sore,

I carry you in,

Like a child.

I give you food.

I give you meds.

You put your head

Upon my foot.

 

Love you Misha