I Learned My Etiquette From A DogA Poem by speakingcolorsIt's actually quite a deep poem though I'm not sure I did the best at getting that across. Some have suggested that it's not quite there. I may agree.When I was just a child People would come to our home I would jump around And make much noise My mother would scold me And I would say, “I’m sorry, I learned my etiquette from a dog.” When I became a young man And food would be provided I would scarf it down And make a mess And they would look at me And I would say, “I’m sorry, I learned my etiquette from a dog.” In later years of my life People would be around me I would talk so much They got no word They would frown, walk away And I would say, “I’m sorry, I learned my etiquette from a dog.” When my wife lay sick in bed She looked with her fading eyes I kissed her so soft She said to me “Thank you for your loyalty” And then I said, “Thank you dear, I learned my etiquette from a dog.” © 2008 speakingcolorsAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 14, 2008 Last Updated on February 19, 2008 Authorspeakingcolorssomewhere outside looking in, PAAboutpoet/songwriter/author sometimes I feel so much it hurts. i have all these thoughts running through my head, little segments of a whole that i can't see. most of them never get put down in writ.. more..Writing
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