Joe And Rover

Of years he must be at least thirteen or more
Old Rover the black Labrador next door
The octogenarian widower Joe did get him from the local pound
An antidote for his grief at the death of his wife Jane in Rover he found
With a friendly bark and a constant wagging of his fat tail
For to greet me old Rover he never does fail
Joe a great grandfather says old Rover to him is a true friend
Since dogs in their feelings do never pretend
As time to both of them has become a foe
A short walk nowadays for Rover and Joe
The old dog his devoted friend for a decade of years
Who had been a source of support to him in his time of tears
In the fading twilight by their home on the by street
Joe and Rover out walking i sometimes do meet.