Goofy Little Poem

When It’s All Gone

What if, no when, I lose them,

One by one . . .

If I have nothing left, in the end,

But, say, my nose . . .

Then I will nuzzle you

And sniff you like some old beagle dog.

Maybe you will roll me over,

Scratch my belly,

Say, “Good boy! Good boy . . .

Now get back in your cage.”

                                                September 28, 2011