The very first time that I saw him,
He was standing all alone.
Looking so small and lonesome,
No attention being shown.
There was just something about him,
That touched my heart so.
I asked someone about him but,
No one seemed to know.
I hardly took my eyes from this,
I knew that I would have to give,
Others were there that I could see,
And each one had a name.
All were pretty and so special,
But none were just the same.
My visit soon was ended and,
I was about to leave.
Then once more he caught my eye,
For him I knew I'd grieve.
I was standing right beside him;
Looked down and saw his name.
To walk away without him would,
Surely be a shame.
"Just Joey" was given as his name,
If you or no one knows;
He now lives in my backyard as,
Just Joey is a rose.
Made with love