A String

The dog on a string with a homeless man attached Two lonely souls where the world had detached Sleeping on the street with no fixed abode Sat on a blanket next to a busy road The dog eyes of brown that sadness knows well Where they came from no one can tell Both came together when each was in need Helping each other to find the next feed Walking this earth living day to day Begging for coppers is their only way To sustain their existence and keep both alive Doing what they can so the duo can survive Sleeping in a doorway as pedestrians walk by The pair are invisible, the odd person will try To offer some kindness and purchase a meal A box of dog biscuits and a meal deal No cosy bed to lie in, living off scraps Keeping watch over when its owner naps A life not predicted but where the cards lay A stray taken in by another stray Out in all weathers, keeping each other warm Hot in the summer, soaking from a storm The dog on the string is devoted to the end The man with nobody but his canine friend The man with a long beard, the dog needs a groom Both lay dreaming when they would have a room To rest their heads and shelter from the night Each clinging to each other with all of their might