As dirty and awful I looked and
Smelled.
My master still loved me
He cleaned me and made me look
Like a newly awaken glooming Rose.
5 I wondered,whom am I for Him to
love me.
After everyone turned a closed eye
And a closed ear to my cry.
Whom am I?
I am Pig-
10 The dirtest,yet he loves me-
like Monkeys love Bananas.
Yet,I disappointed him;I
disrespected him.
I went back playing
I got dirty
15 After he advised me.
But is it really my fault?
I missed by favorite game.
the mad was calling me to play.
Yet,master receives me again
20 He cleans me, accept and loves me
again
YOU ARE READING
I AM PIG
PoetryThis is a poem that depicts human addiction and how We sin multiple times against my Creator,our Supreme being.
