Brays Of Our Lives

photo courtesy www.iamboyfriend.com

I am Boyfriend, I am Loved

Some friends are loved for ribbons won

Or miles travelled, running.

Some horses earn a lifetime’s keep

By donning tack and jumping.

Still others carry little tots 

With legs and hands a-thumping. 

I do not win, I cannot breed, my bloodlines end with me

Yet I am loved—Oh how I’m loved! I’m loved for being me.

I am Boyfriend, I am loved

For every heartfelt reason. 

I do not race a record mile, 

Nor travel in show season.

I’m loved for me—for who I am!

For what I give to her.

My human loves me just for me,

As I love her for her.

My leg is shot, I shan’t grow sound, 

I’ll never stand to labor,

Yet every day my human comes

And thanks me for my favor.

The favor of my company,

The wisdom I impart.

I play, I teach, I learn, I seek—

And love with all my heart.

I’m beautiful, I’m clever too,

I’m physically quite grand,

I’m sweet and smart and brave,  it’s true, 

but please do understand:

I am not loved for how I look, for with what strength I surge—

My mother loves me just for me, as I I love her for her.