(a college classwork in 5 mins whr i worte a poetry on this topic)
Adopted by a family when I was a week old,
I was shivering out in the night out cold,
Hungry as one could be with mother no where to be seen,
Seeing my master, a little boy I beamed.
After a lot of persuasion to the family, boy took me home,
I finally has some place to call my own,
Fed for, cared for, always loved by all,
I always ran to my master when he called.
I missed my master when he went out,
He pampered me too much to ever pout,
Years went by, we grew old together,
I could never find a better master ever.
At evening he would take me out for a walk,
In our secret language we would talk,
I would never forget the days we spent,
He kept me in his heart without any rent.
Now, I am old and sick and my master is away,
All my days have turned to grey,
I will die soon, and my master will miss me,
I hope when I am gone he would find a better dog than me!
