Poem: A Sad Day Coming

Published 4:45 am Thursday, February 5, 2015

A Sad Day Coming

By Mike McKinley

What is going to happen to me

In this dark place with a hard, cold floor?

I think of how I got here

And those that could have helped me much, much more.

My family didn’t teach me

The wrong ways from the right

And never helped me to control

my anger and fright.

If only I was given

Close supervision, love and guidance

I may have learned obedience

And at least had a chance.

I couldn’t please the ones I loved

Even though I tried and tried.

I was left to run wild and free

But I just made them cry.

I didn’t think I would end up here

With no hope left and nothing but fear.

I’m waiting to see if someone will come

To save me from dying since my time is near.

Please someone, anyone, come to my cell

And see me, alone, with no one around.

I’m a dog who was never given attention or trained

And that’s how I ended up here at the Pound.