Írta Petra99 gazdi (Pepe papa), 2011. May 29. 11:02:12 #15714

Versem(english változatban :D )

Aged dogs feel so possibly on the hospice:
In a row my pen was lost as they looked at me,
Old man, broke, burned out, there may not be a word from him,
His race was run, does not run neither is not playing,
Their head is shaken an other one will be better then, Rickety small old man, can be going hardly already,
This will not have a master, never again nobody.
I had a home once, I had a bed once,
My house good warmth, my dish food.
My head autumn, my eye does not see slowly,
Come on, who wants a fallen dog like this? My family decided so, I am not his part already,
I am in a road always, I spoil the overall picture,
Any kind of excuse, which was guessed,,
Their pelisse act, sent into the death.
I am sitting here locked, the days spin round,
My younger companions all go away slowly.
When it's almost over for the hope, You caught sight of my face, and saved finally,
My old feet curves, glassy my eyes,
But you felt it my life is found always yet.
Took home, you gave a food, and soft, warm bed,
I drove onto your pillow, my tired, old head.
Embraced many times and you played with me,
You whispered it in my ear silently, how much you love.
The big part of my life, I availed myself of something else possibly,
From this I respect you even better only,
And i promise I do everything, what I receive how
Let me give it back to you, feel it I am grateful. Until a week or years, I will be possibly with you,
We share a smile, a doubt, tears,
And I have to go away finally when a god decides so
I know that you will be crying, mourns your heart,
And when I reach the bridge, where everything is beginning,
My soul, my heart, my faithfulness, all of them join you,
And brag, from that direction who my old age understood it,
He made my beloved, well-groomed, last years a beautiful memory.