Golden Feather

I gave my love a golden feather
I gave my love a heart of stone
And when you find a golden feather
It means you’ll never lose your way back home

In the autumn night
When there’s no wind blowin’
I could hear the stars falling in the dark
When you find what’s worth keeping
With a breath of kindness
Blow the rest away
---Robbie Robertson

Growing Old With Dogs

When I am old
I will wear soft gray sweatshirts
and a bandana over my silver hair
and I will spend my social security checks
on wine and my dogs.


I will sit in my house on my well-worn chair
and listen to my dogs' breathing.
I will sneak out in the middle
of a warm summer night
and take my dogs for a run,
if my old bones will allow...


When people come to call, I will smile
and nod as I show them my dogs
and talk of them and about them
the ones so beloved of the past
and the ones so beloved of today.


I will still work hard cleaning after them,
mopping and feeding them and
whispering their names
in a soft loving way.


I will wear the gleaming sweat
on my throat,
like a jewel and I will be
an embarrassment to all
especially my family
who have not yet found
the peace in being free
to have dogs as your best friends.


These friends who always wait,
at any hour, for your footfall
and eagerly jump to their feet
out of a sound sleep,
to greet you as if you are a God.


With warm eyes
full of adoring love and hope
that you will always stay,
I'll hug their big strong necks
I'll kiss their dear sweet heads
and whisper in their very special company.


I look in the Mirror
and see I am getting old
this is the kind of person I am
and have always been.
Loving dogs is easy,
they are part of me.


Please accept me for who I am.
My dogs appreciate my presence in their lives
they love my presence in their lives
When I am old this will be important to me
you will understand when you are old
if you have dogs to love too.

~Author Unknown

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