Tray's PoemOne by One, they pass by my cage,
They say, "Too worn, too broken, too old of age.
Way past his time, he can't run and play."
Then they shake their heads and go on their way.A little old man, arthritic and sore,
It seems I am not wanted anymore.
I once had a home, I once had a bed,
A place that was warm, and where I was fed.Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail.Who wants a dog so old and so frail?My family decided I didn't belong,I got in their w… [more]