"I'm a Dog Who's Always Begging" [poem]

I forgive you.

Because I can't stand to be alone.

But yesterday already became six months ago.

And now it's two years ago.

I'm a dog whose owner left me on the side of the road.

Somehow I always find my way home.

Stubborn and persistent.

If I can show you how good I am,

Maybe I'll have a place

at the side of your table.

Where I can beg for scraps.

But no matter how much I scratch at the front door,

You won't let me in.

Now a few days have become a couple months.