Concrete walls and hardened glass,
replace fresh air and summer grass.
Feeding times and daily walks,
brief encounters shallow talk.
There goes Desi, young and cute,
a home for her, and hope renews.
Old dogs seem to stay a while,
people pass, without a smile
Saddened eyes and head hung low,
when, oh when, will our home show?
Thanks for stopping in today,
to take me out and let me play.
I know that someday I will find,
a love for me, a home that’s mine.
Maybe you will love me too,
I'm old and need a love so true.
Please don’t tease and bring me back,
Forever home, that's what I lack.
I live a very sheltered life
that’s full hope, but sometimes strife.
