The Poor Dog Owner
He sat in a dirty corner with ragged clothes.
His faithful mutt lapped beside him really close.
A passer-by place a dollar in his can.
His dog turned his head and looked at him and his paw touched his hand.
The poor dog owner smiled and his dog made a bark.
As though they both knew that dollar was a start.
Through his humble side this dog stayed.
And both shared whatever they made.
But on one cold winter day the dog just laid their wining.
Even though people passed by waving and smiling.
The dog was faithful right up to the very end.
For the old man had died and the dog was his only friend.
An ambulance came and removed the mans corpse.
The poor dog barked and wined as his friend got covered in cloth.
You could feel the pain in this dog's heart.
As his companion left forever, the first time apart.
The dog lived on that very same corner until it was his time to go.
Now together they meet again, playing, laughing jumping in heaven as their souls flow.
© 2018 Clive Williams