Fortune's Talker

Fortune’s Talker

–in memory of "Roscoe" our black Labrador

Some are born to talk and that’s a story,

And some know what to do with the gift

And that’s a different story, "Roscoe"

Born at the guide dog school,

But too sensitive for traffic,

Roscoe was a sweet talker.

(All dogs "talk" but few have nuance)

Roscoe knew. Oh he knew

When you felt rich inside

So he had a word or two for that;

And even yesterday, lame and tired in wet grass

He had encouraging things to say

To our neighbor’s dog who is young and fast.

We should all have things to share

In praise of animal faith

And with some of Roscoe’s luck

May we be wise enough

To find our better calling:

Joy.

S.K.

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Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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  1. I’m proud to say that many people of the four-footed variety have made places in my heart and given me the kind of joy that no human can really match. I’m sorry for your loss but glad for the joy Roscoe brought to your lives. People like Roscoe make life in this world far more bearable, don’t they.

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  2. Steve, I’m going to post this poem on my bulletin board next to “Elegy for a Guide Dog.”

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