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.