The Day Will Come

Today, you're only three,

Still full of raw puppy energy.

You follow me, high and low,

With every wag, a happy hello. One day, you won't follow quite so,

Your love still strong, yet energy low.

You'll watch me with older eyes,

A future I hate to visualise. I don't want you to age,

For life to turn another page.

I want us to play ball, hearts content,

Each moment a treasured segment.

Do not age, my poodle darling,

I cannot bear the thought of your passing.

Through mists of time, along life's road,

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