I Slept Beneath Bridges

I slept beneath bridges, I ate from the trash I begged outside diners at night and in day No home to go to, no belongings, no cash And picked up the leavings that folk threw away I baked in the heat, I froze in the cold I weathered long winters and welcomed the spring Wanting some comfort before I got old Wanting some care so much more than some thing Then one day while I lay outside a pub The swells of the smells coming out strong In want of a drink or a morsel of grub Through swinging doors a man came along My muzzle nuzzled the man and his bag He ruffled my fur, my tail gave its first wag