Out there are needy people
And I have 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 floor and walls and broken heart
BEHIND THIS KENNEL DOOR!!!

SO TRUE
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You can't buy loyalty, they say;
I bought it though, the other day.
You can't buy friendship, tried and true;
Well, just the same, I bought that, too.
I made my bid and on the spot
Bought love and faith and a whole job lot
Of happiness; so all in all
The purchase price was pretty small.
I bought a simple, trusting heart
That gave devotion from the start.
If you think these things are not for sale,
Buy a brown-eyed pup with a wagging tail.