He lay in a box in the pouring rain
and waited for death to come
no one seemed to care about him
all he wanted was love
His previous owners didn't like him
as a Labrador puppy he was bouncy for them
they cast him out into the street
not bothered if he lived or died
His fur was coated in mud
he had worms and fleas
he looked hard from something to eat
but only found rubbish or scraps
He was found by a young family
he was too weak to run away
they took him in to heal his hurts
and give him what he needed
Three months later he was adopted
and given a wonderful home
his own bed and plenty to eat
he no longer waits for death
Now he runs round happily
never feels alone or sad
has three young children to play with
and all he gets is love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like poems that tell a story, especially when the story has a happy ending. And I really like poems with titles instead of just numbers.