Dog At The Gate 091918 Pm

James Michael Taylor

DOG AT THE GATE

I’m just a dog that stands at the gate
Not knowing it’s lot. Not expecting it’s fate
Unable to see the truth in it’s face
Not accepting the fact that she’s not coming back

We were watching TV and she was weeping
They were telling, on the news,
about how many soldiers had died that day in Iraq
I thought that’s why she was crying
And then she turned to me and she said
“I told Doug, yesterday, that I’m leaving you.”

I’m like the dog that waits at the gate
Not knowing it’s lot. Not accepting it’s fate
Unwilling to see the truth in it’s face
Not accepting the fact that she’s not coming back