WHAT AM I TO YOU?
by M. Kummer
As a pup I dreamed and wondered
what life would hold in store:
For ME, I thought, there's something GREAT
Beyond that kennel door.
Out there are needy people
And I have much to give:
Love, and wit, and gentleness,
To help them learn to live.
I'd be someone's protector,
Keep little ones from harm,
Or guide an old man's weary steps,
Or help to run a farm.
I'd run and bark and jump and play
With friends along a sandy shore.
I'd roll in meadows thick and green
That lie beyond that kennel door.
I lay here waiting---longing,
As the days and years went by:
My owner kept me fed and brushed,
But inside let me die.
I do not think of greatness now,
I am old and filled with pain.
My owner has some ribbons,
But I have lived in vain.
I cannot think what would have been,
My dreams are filled with hope no more,
Just floor and walls and broken heart
For me behind this kennel door.
CCof A "Bulletin"