My Dog - Sílvia Pérez Cruz

There was a child

Quiet and shy

He never dreamed

being the next prince

He only wanted

to love and be loved

To walk by his own

to pay and pay his home

But the rules changed

and all his dreams

fell down under his bed.

And tricky prince

and all his matresses

with his sad dreams

You’re gonna try

One more time

This is your last opportunity

I am tired, I’m really tired

When I was a child

I thought I’d

when I were thirty I could be a men

with a family and a dog at home

It was a dream

I am to say child but worse

I’m a dog with no home