As a pup
I
dreamed
and
wondered
What
life
would
hold in
store:
For ME,
I
thoughy,
there's
something
GREAT
Beyond
that
kennel
door.
Out
there
are many
people
And I
have
much to
give:
Love and
wit and
gentleness
to help
them
learn to
live.
I'd be
someones
protector
Keep
little
ones
from
harm
Or guide
an old
mans
very
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 lay
here
waiting
-
longing
as days
and
years
went by
My owner
kept me
fed and
brushed
But
inside,
let me
die.
I do not
think of
greatness
now
I'm old
and
filled
with
pain
My owner
has som
ribbons
But I
have
ived in
vain.
I cannot
think
what
could
have
been
My
dreams
are
filled
with
hope no
more
Just
floor
and
walls
and
broken
heart
for me
behind
this
kennel
door.....
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