Untitled by Rhonda S. Rossier

Untitled

by Rhonda S. Rossier

Like a dog

tail waggin'

yipping happy barks

as the station wagon of life

pulls into my driveway,

I do my wigglie

tongue lagging

saliva ecstatic happy dance

in anticipation

of what life

has in store for me

The years

like people

get out and pass me by

without even a pat

for my shaggy

little head

The door slams

and I'm left outside --

to find my own spot of sun

where I can stretch

and dream

in the warmth

of things yet to be

And so

my hopeful heart

lies quiet

waiting

until

it's my turn

to go inside