A poem dedicated to Ziggy

Some things….

Some things break when you bend

them

Some things will never come again

Some things age and die and not a soul

ever cared about the life they lived

Some things get lucky

Some get saved

And some even get a second or a third

“Chance” at life

Some don’t make it

And some never will

And some no matter how hard they try

Will never feel quite understood

Some never meet someone

Who is honest enough with themselves

For another to know when they truly connected

Truly were heard

Or understood

Some are just that lucky

I used to think that “some”, were each

one of these dogs

I used to think they were the ones

coming out “understood”

Coming out “heard”

Coming out “healed”

I thought they alone were the “some”

Now i see the “some” is us

Thanks Ziggy,

If we do not keep in touch

You will be surely missed.