He sits on his hind-quarters
Staring at me with those beagle
Eyes hoping to finagle
Attention away from the TV reporter.
Yesterday’s expressions don’t count
Because he has no memory or
Any mental capacity to reach for
Or beyond his care-giver’s account.
Neither can he hope for tomorrow;
He has no day after this day. His
Time is now and only now is
For him, an operantly conditioned fellow.
His eyes plea, “Tell me you love me;
“Pat my head, rub my belly, say my name.”
Every day after day after day it's the same.
"Please tell me you love me."
Staring at me with those beagle
Eyes hoping to finagle
Attention away from the TV reporter.
Yesterday’s expressions don’t count
Because he has no memory or
Any mental capacity to reach for
Or beyond his care-giver’s account.
Neither can he hope for tomorrow;
He has no day after this day. His
Time is now and only now is
For him, an operantly conditioned fellow.
His eyes plea, “Tell me you love me;
“Pat my head, rub my belly, say my name.”
Every day after day after day it's the same.
"Please tell me you love me."
