Poem by Billy Adams

A DOG ON HIS MASTER

As young as I look,

I am growing old faster than he,

seven to one is the ratio they tend to say.

Whatever the number,

I will pass him one day and take the lead

the way I do on our walks in the woods.

And if this ever manages to cross his mind,

it would be the sweetest shadow

I have ever cast on snow or grass.

By: Billy Adams

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