A dog with its chain walks behind me

'Hey! My elderly brother, you seems to be very kind
When I compare with my cruel Master.
He eats all the flesh and throw me bones
And I have no way to go
I would like to stay with you.'
'Oh! My dear I call you 'Marco'
My pet son's name
Probably now in the heaven.
Sorry, I too out of a billet
And I have a holey pocket.
Really I am not in a position to throw you
Even a bone.'

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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