Whose dog is that? I think I know.
It's owner is quite sad though.
It really is a sad tale to say
I walk on over and watch him frown,
I cry hello to which no response.
I hand him his dog and he takes his lead,
shaking his head at all his woes.
I hear his voice begin to break,
As he says "Thank you for bringing him home"
He promises to keep an eye on his boy,
He has not slept in presumingly days,
The bags under his eyes are engraved.
He spends his nights alone in bed,
Sobbing over the husband that left.
His face is nothing but bitter, hiding his tears,
As he thinks of his husband and all their good years.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Collection : Volume 1
PoetryI have decided to put my poems into one place so that it is much easier to find and read. These poems can vary between sad, happy to death and being alive. They can relate to life problems such as depression and health issues but they can also rela...
