In the Eyes of a Dog (a poem)

Purpose in life
Is hard to find,
Yet a need we have to know
What we’re supposed
To do.

Too often I feel
Like a face without a heel;
No one to want
My likes or my thoughts
Or my time.

But this fluffy animal
That sniffs piss and offal
Apparently craves my self all day,
Without hesitation or delay,
Always.

She yearns for my affection,
Attention a delightful confection.
If I am not near,
It’s almost as if she fears
I’ll forget her.

And it’s at moments like these
When in the eyes of a dog I see
There’s at least one reason
For a person like me
To be.