THE PUPPY
unknown author
I'd brought the puppies out that day
To romp in April sun;
Six perfect little puppies,
That is, except for one -
His left hind leg was crippled,
From birth, it was that way;
I'd said I'd never sell him,
Nor yet give him away.
A car drew up beside the pups,
And it was then I saw
A small
boy's face light up with joy,
With eagerness and awe.
The father knelt beside the pups,
"Now take your pick, my son"
The boy pointed out at once
My little crippled one.
I was about to shake my head
Then watched the boy kneel
To hold the silken puppy close,
And so we closed the deal.
I'd seen the brace upon his leg,
But smiled to watch them go -
They'd set their
paces, each to each -
And both be better....so.
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