Published by: Christine Mae Karunungan
Date of Published: November 11, 2024
Time Published: 1:33 PM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
Somewhere in the bustling city streets,
Where people hurried their feet,
There sat a pup—his fur covered in dirt,
His matted coat for the whole world to see.
Day after day, he sat in his box—
A makeshift home among the rocks.
Both his eyes and ears were downcast,
As he watched the world move around so fast.
No one stopped to lend a hand,
No one cared enough to understand.
Through the rain and the cold,
He sat in his box alone,
For it was his only shelter—
His refuge in this cruel world.
He once dreamed of having an owner.
He would stride together beside them,
Run through fences and get scolded,
Yet they would shower him with love.
Thus, he barked, squeaked, and cried,
Yet all he got was a kick to the side.
But still, he did not give up,
For it was what he wanted.
To be loved, to be cared for;
To be seen as anything more.
Thus, he stayed in his box, day after day,
Hoping for a kind soul to come his way.
His box may be small, so too was his world,
But it was the only thing he had.
He watched as families walked by
With their happy pets and joyful cries.
He wondered why he was left behind,
Why no one wanted to be kind.
But still, he kept wagging his tail,
Hoping that one day
Someone would take him in
And give him a chance.
To take him out of his lonely home,
To tell him he'll never again be alone.
And thus, he kept wagging his tail,
Though it was much slower now,
As if the years had worn some hope away,
But still, he would wait and stay.
For he knows nothing more
Than the need to believe
That one day, someone will see him,
Not just as a stray—
But as something worth loving,
Something worth keeping.
Until that time comes,
He will keep his watch,
Hoping—always hoping—
That his world will change someday.
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