A DOG SITS WAITING
A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun,
Too faithful to leave, to frightened to run
He's been here for days now with nothing to do
But sit by the road waiting for you
He can't understand why you left him that day
He thought you were stopping to play
He's sure you'll come back and that's why he stays
How long will he suffer? How many more days?
His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched and dry
He's sick now from huger and falls with a sign
He lays down his head and closes his eyes
I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.
author unknown
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