The Lonely Dog by Thomas Rochester

THE LONELY DOG

Above all i would like to be,
With the other dogs i see,

I long to hear my owners call,
My eyes well, like leaves i fall,

Slowly stretching to the ground,
They dont mean not to care, i've found,

They just seem to rush on by,
Whats the hurry? I wonder why,

They keep on passing through my front door,
Take no notice of me, they just ignore,

Why dont they look at my warm face,
I can not wait to find my place,

Above all i want to be,
like the other dogs i see,

I spy them through my steel gate,
I'll be there soon, it is my fate,

Fields of green is what i see,
The sky above, their running free.