Who will shed a tear for me as I am put to sleep?
Not you, the one who bred me, even though I earned my
keep
Not you, the one who bought me, he’s a fighter it was
claimed,
I tried so hard to please you, my body now so maimed.
No good to you, you pass me on, from hand to hand I go
Trying oh so very hard, it was not to be so
You see it’s just not in me, it was a family I needed,
To play, to love, to run with joy, oh how I begged and
pleaded
With eyes so full of sorrow, but my looks they let me
down,
They come, some stop and look at me, and then I see
the frown
The scars, they show, but they can’t know, the dog I
am inside
For the life I should have had, oh lord how I have
wept
For shelter, kindness, safety, all promises not kept
So as my barred door closes, for this the final time,
I give a last small whimper, I beg, I plead, I whine
Please hold me as I slip away, it means so much to me
To feel some love, however small, as you now set me
free
To run in fields so green, so lush, with streams to
frolic in
With friends, with love, with happiness, on earth I
couldn’t win
(Wendy Smith)
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