Slowly (a poem)

Sometimes it’s better to slow down to stay with someone else.

I see him walking

Slowly

Across the field
He’s old
But not so old
To move so slow

My eye follows
The lead he holds
That leads to
His companion—
Whose tail is wagging

Slowly

He struggles
To walk
Beside his friend
His little legs move

Slowly

The years have been
Much harder
On the dog
Than on the man

But the two go on
Together

Slowly