An Old Dog's Prayer . . .
I tried to be good, trusting and kind,
Not to hate the man who made me blind.
He has beat me this way since I was a pup,
An unlucky dog with lots of bad luck.
He hit me hard until I bled,
It's a miserable life, I wish I was dead,
To lay most nights, racked with pain,
Listening to the heavy rain.
The kennel is cold, I'm so alone,
No food, no water I sit and moan.
I cannot see, I can barely hear,
I constantly live in a world of fear.
Ten years of suffering I have had,
My owner must be raving mad.
My bones ache, I'm getting old,
But my story must be told.
I must go now, he's heading this way,
I'll speak to you again some day.
I pray to God to help me please,
To put an ageing dog at ease.
Help me escape, just be my friend,
I promise to love you until the end.
Karen Clark