We’re alone in self-pity and fear we can’t rebuke.
So shattered are we that there seems no salvation
Of life as we know it, all we feel is damnation.
Our heart filled with sorrow for all that we lost,
What did we do wrong to pay such a cost?
Our home is gone; we’ve no place to sleep.
Not one soul who passes cares why we weep.
No one asks, “When’s the last time you ate?”
You can’t remember but your stomach sure aches.
You sit in the rain so cold you’re just frozen,
The wind doesn’t help, boy, is it ever blowin!
Your life you fear will end this night
For there’s no power you have to change your plight.
I can’t talk to you with words to my voice,
I would for sure had I been given the choice.
You’d hear how much love I would give to you,
More than enough to last two lifetimes through!
Your best friend I’d be ‘til the day that I died,
But now it’s too late, my last breath I have sighed.
A little dumped puppy from an unwanted whelp
Lays dead by the road, he could find no help.
It’s to our shame these sights so often seen,
But there is an answer to stop human acts so mean.
To spay or neuter stops unwanted whelps,
If moneys your problem, there are those who give help.
A phone call from you is all it will take,
Then on the roads we won’t see your mistakes.
But if you really doubt there is help to be found,
Then pick up the phone, call your local dog pound.
They’ll put you in touch with those who will help
To stop dumps on the roads caused by unwanted whelps.
Kathy Henderson
