‘My Pal Joe’
by Ron Filer of Hollidaysburg
When I think of Joe, my old friend and pal,
it brings tears to my eyes, and even a smile.
How proud I was when we went for a walk,
he would sit down and wait when I stopped to talk,
Not a leash he would wear as he stayed by my side unless dog bone in mouth he wanted to hide.
Thru all kinds of weather believe it or not, he did not like the cold or when it was too hot
So faithful was my friend and pal
to ever forget him will take quite a while.
When I go out the back door a place I have to go,
I’d look back and say, “I’ll be back Joe,”
He would run into the front room jump up on his chair, climb up on top so he could watch me from there.
As I came in the back door I’d look all around
“I’m back Joe” but he couldn’t be found.
Even though he’s not here, in my memories I see
him running down the hallway to jump up on me.
Never will I find a pet that I know
could ever replace My Pal Joe.
In all my rooms still I can see
where he laid or sat.
The only way to get him up was to say the word “cat.”
Much mare memories I could share I know
of my old friend, My Pal Joe.
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