A poem, a wish a HOPE

Abandoned Dog

by Robert William Service

They dumped it on the lonely road,

Then like a streak they sped;

And as along the way I strode I thought that it was dead:

And then I saw that yelping pup

Rise,race to catch them up.

You know how silly wee dogs are.

It thought they were in fun.

Trying to overtake their car

I saw it run and run:

But as they faster, faster went,

It stumbled, sore and spent.

I found it prone upon the way;

Of life was little token.

As limply in the dust it lay

I thought its heart was broken:

Then one dim eye it opened and

It sought to like my hand.

Of course I took it gently up

And brought it to my wife

Who loves all dogs,

and now that pup

Shares in our happy life:

Yet how I curse the bastards who

Its good luck never knew!