Jack Without Rosie

Jack Iversen in his white ute drives by But Rosie his old dog not in the back I've heard him say i leave her with Rina Still strange to see that she is not with Jack. He said old Rosie has been getting frail She's fourteen years in human ninety eight You won't find many dogs as old as her For time and tide for dog or man don't wait. Though the drives in her master's ute Rosie enjoyed She's now with Rina when he is away Still old dogs don't know that they are getting old That they are many years past their prime day. Of the 'grim reaper' perhaps dogs don't know And they don't know for them what might be best And Rosie don't know that she's not a young dog And that her old weary legs need lots of rest. I don't see Rosie with Jack anymore She is with Rina i have heard him say But the years they get the better of us all Time slows us down and makes our hair turn gray.