I wish someone would love and hold me again,
like my master did, all the days back when.
From the time I was a pup, he was always there,
to protect me from harm and graciously cared.
We used to take walks, I ran by his side.
at the sound of his keys, we went for a ride.
I used to get wet, when we went to the shore,
to chase the seagulls, and a whole lot more.
I miss the lady, who bathed and gave me a trim,
and my doctor in town, I also miss him.
I never went hungry, my master always made sure,
I had plenty of water, it was clean and pure.
When a storm passed over, I was often afraid,
but when he comforted me, my fears would soon fade.
At night he would let me sleep with him in bed,
he would gently rub my back and caress my head.
I never imagined this would come to an end,
no more time together, we would happily spend.
For some unknown reason, my master became sick,
a group of people came, and took him away quick.
Through all the confusion, he never did say,
if he would see me again, that terrible day.
I have been waiting, hoping he will return,
but I think it's forever, I'm beginning to learn.
No one will walk me now, I'm getting older in age,
the only keys I hear, are to locks on this cage.
I still get wet, only because my shelter leaks,
and the birds fly away when someone here speaks.
I can't remember when I had a bath or a trim,
and the doctor in town, I really need to see him.
I often go hungry, and when I am fed,
it's scraps from the kitchen, if anything's left.
Storms still pass over, now I fear them more,
the thunder and lightning, seems at my front door.
At night I sleep alone, on a hard dirty ground,
I'm awakened at times, from all the street sounds.
I wish my master could love and hold me again,
like I remember, all the days back then.
If I was a pup, maybe someone would care,
but since I've got older, this is the cross I bear.
Author:
Dan L. Mohryecogniak
Castle Hayne, North Carolina
Copyright © 2001
05/17/01
Out there are needy people and I have so much to give.
Love, and wit, and gentleness to help them learn to live.
I'd be someone's protector, keep little ones from harm,
Or guide an old man's weary steps, or help to run a farm.
I'd run and bark and jump and play with friends along a sandy shore.
I'd roll in meadows thick and green, that lie beyond that kennel door.
I'd lay there waiting, longing... as the days and years went by.
My owner kept me fed and brushed, but inside, he let me die.
I do not think of greatness now, I'm old and filled with pain.
My owner has some ribbons, but I have lived in vain.
I cannot think what could of been, my dreams are filled with hope no more.
Just a floor, walls and a broken heart, behind this kennel door.
Author: Unknown