The Loneliest Ball In The World
My only introduction to this little piece ~
Leonard was the best dog ever.
I came into the room with not much on my mind,
Not expecting a stray tennis ball and a memory to find;
My sweet old friend's not here to play with it any more,
Now his ball rests still, sad and lonely on the floor.
Food and water bowls are gone, there's no more shed hair,
But it's tough to move past my aching despair:
I can't pet his coat, I can't hear his snore:
But his ball rests still, sad and lonely on the floor.
How much do they know, how much do they care,
Well wherever I'd go my Leonard was there;
He'd follow me to each room and he'd wait by every door,
And his ball rests still, sad and lonely on the floor.
Two years later it doesn't take much for my memory to jog,
There's something indefinably special about a boy and his dog;
Now it just gets in the way, it has no purpose anymore,
Yet I leave his ball . . . sad and lonely on the floor.
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