Thursday, September 17, 2009

A Desperate Try

Man's best friend looked me in the eye and pleaded, just one more day. I hold his head as he drifts away and think to myself, what's one more day?

His owner came in, his excuses thin, and we took him anyway.

Just one more day that people came in and walked on by. Not a glance, not a nod, only the look back to whisper goodbye.

Just one more day, you seemed to cry, it was one more day- a new owner to find, just one more day that didn't come, THAT one more day I couldn't find.

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