Empty was the bowl,
Death it surely caused,
Near death of someone’s soul,
A love now surely lost,
Neglect of care,
Of love to act,
With love to share,
All are now, the bare cold fact,
An empty bowl,
Tears now fill its space,
Will it revive a wounded soul?
With this remorseful tearful face
Who was it that I asked?
Not have nourished, or have cared,
Neglected oh this so loving task,
Only for himself has cared,
Innocent this little pooch,
Sweet, but oh so starved,
That once would kiss and smooch,
Was it I, This cross has carved?©27/02/2012
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