The Caterer Of A Promise

The Homeless

The Caterer Of A Promise

He is a man of great dreams,
Not dreams of the ordinary;
Dreams of a peaceful mind.
Nothing in life is extraordinary.

Days run into nights where
He remains hungry and cold.
His senses are wilting to prostration.
Another passer by cussing and so bold.

The sound of coins, clutter in a cup;
There are tears of joy, and God Bless You.
Shuffled soles of tired shoes;
How lucky he is, if he only knew.

He will at least have a bite to eat,
Or find kindness from one lightened soul.
I am only a dog, not recognized.
My numbered days will unfold.

A shadow overcasting as I lie curled up;
He has food to offer and a bowl with drink.
His kind words of a promise to love me.
So tired and weary, I could only blink.

Together we have been two broken souls;
We are on our own with only a promise.
To love each other without conditions
He is a man, I a dog, we are the homeless.

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