I have inherited a little white Maltese that I have needed to “choose” to love😘.
I looked up Maltese on Google and learned the purpose of this dog is to love and be loved.
So I wrote this poem:
What is your purpose You ball of white fur Since you are now mine I need to make sure
You wouldn’t be useful With sheep on a farm But the frenzy of city Would cause you alarm
You don’t cook or clean You don’t grocery shop You don’t really dance You just run and hop
So what is your purpose You ball of white fur Since you are now mine I need to make sure
“To love and be loved” Says this ball of white fur To love and be loved ”Tis my purpose for sure
Is that not enuf? Stop! Think it all thru And you will soon see That it’s your purpose too!