Pass On By
He remembers the days of laugher, the warm rug by the door.
But now he watches from the street; deserted by the family who didn’t want him anymore.
The children laughed and played with him for a while,
But now nothing’s left for him, not a pat on the head or even a smile.
So now he lies by the tree with critters as his only friends
Wondering if this loneliness will ever end.
He begs for food with sad empty eyes,
But he goes unnoticed as they pass on by.
A girl sees him one day, a girl walking alone
She takes him to her car and offers him a home.
This same girl feeds him, plays Frisbee during the sunny days,
And at night, by the foot of her bed he lays.
For even though his fur is mottled and he’s too thin,
She looked past the physical imperfections and saw his heart within.
So now Max has a home, a friend, and has been named,
So many things are different now; everything has changed.
Max would like to ask you, that if you see a dog with sad brown eyes,
Please give him a home. Don’t pass on by.
Copyright © Vanessa Roach | Year Posted 2012
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