My boy
We’ve grown old together
You more than I
You are a gift
Powder nose
Tired friend
Your paws slip
Your eyes are clouds
Always on my mind
On my worst days
And my best
Your short life breaks my heart
To another year
My good friend
My boy
About the Creator
Brier
Im a drunk steel worker from Wisconsin that enjoys writing. Currently working on my first novel and doing some short stories in the mean time.
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