As a pup, I dreamed and wondered What life would hold in store. For me, I thought, there's something great! Beyond that kennel door. Out there are needy people And I have much to give: Love, and wit, and gentleness To help them learn to live. I'd be someone's protector, Keep little ones from harm, Or guide an old man's weary steps, Or help to run a farm. I'd run and bark and jump and play With friends along a sandy shore. I'd roll in meadows thick and green That lie beyond that kennel door. I'd lay there waiting -- longing -- As the days and years went by. My owner kept me fed and brushed, But inside, he let me die. I do not think of greatness now. I'm old and filled with pain, My owner has some ribbons, But I have lived in vain. I cannot think what could have been, My dreams are filled with hope no more, Just floor and walls and broken heart Behind this kennel door. Author Unknown