As a pup I dreamed and wondered
What life would hold in store.
For me, I thought
There's something great!
Beyond that kennel door.
Out there are needy people
And I have much to give;
Love, and wit, and gentleness
To help them learn to live.
I'd be someone's protector,
Keep little ones from harm,
Or guide an old man's weary steps,
Or help to run a farm.
I'd run and bark and jump and play
With friends along a sandy shore,
I'd roll in meadows thick and green
That lie beyond that kennel door.
I lay here waiting-longing,
As the days and years went by;
My owner kept me fed and brushed,
But inside, let me die.
I do not think of greatness now,
I'm old and filled with pain.
My owner has some ribbons,
But I have lived in vain.
The pup that waited.
I cannot think of what could have been,
My dreams are filled with hope no more,
Just floor and walls and broken heart
Behind this kennel door.
Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin
Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.
- Arthur Guiterman
ROMANTIC
