Poor Doggy

Poor Doggy

There was a dog

dead

on the side

of the road.

his head was busted

open, and

his tongue was hanging

out.

His name was Dutch,

or Mufasa,

or Tulip,

or Holland,

or whatever, it

doesn't really matter.

I saw him lying

there

alone.

All I wanted to do was

give him

one last hug

before he died.

Rewind time

and tell him,

“It’ll be alright.”

Even though it wouldn't.

It made me wonder

why don’t I

take this

application to people?

We’re all going to die.

But, instead,

I’m too focused on

myself and

what I can accomplish

before I end up

dead

on the side

of the road

head busted open

tongue hanging out.

Or

however I go.

I wonder

if

when that day comes

people will want to

rewind time 
to give me 
one 
last hug, and

tell me,

“It’ll be alright.”