Old Friends by Karl Meier

Old man and old dog together in the park.
Sitting alone together under the canopy of oak leaves
Thinking, thinking of their days long past.
His mind wanders as his hands busy themselves.
The black and silver dust falls to the ground between his withered feet,
He sighs as another losing scratch-off ticket falls from his
Weathered hands and floats to the leaf covered ground,
The old dog at his feet yawns and tilts his head to look at his friend,
Will he give me a treat now? He wonders
Day after day the two old friends sit under their tree.
Thinking and scratching, thinking and scratching,
Will this be my lucky day? They both think,
Will they even be missed when their tree is bare?