I'm getting on in years;
My coat is turning grey.
My eyes have lost their luster;
My hearing's just okay.

I spend my whole day dreaming
Of conquests in my past,
Lying near a sunny window,
Waiting for its warm repast.

I remember our first visit;
I was coming to you free,
Hoping you would take me in
And keep me company.

I wasn't young or handsome;
Two years I'd roamed the street.
There were scars upon my face;
I hobbled on my feet.

I could sense your disappointment
As I left my prison cage.
Oh, I hoped you would accept me
And look beyond my age.

You took me out of pity;
I accepted without shame.
Then you grew to love me,
And I admit the same.

I have shared with you your laughter;
You have wet my fur with tears.
We've come to know each other well
Throughout these many years.

Just one more hug this morning
Before you drive away;
And know I'll think about you
Throughout your busy day.

The time we've left together
Is a treasured time at that.
My heart is yours forever;
I promise . . . This Old Cat.

~~~~~

Author: KC (sievert) Bingamon
for Misty- Dawn 1998
copywrite protected
ps3562.E32L85 1998 813'.54 98-24498 ISBN 0-38913551-8