Dog Leaves Poem by Alexander Foald

A breezy wind blows through the empty spaced road
No one here but me and few lonesome lights on the sidewalks
Thinking that the night is coming by next to this side of the city
I wrap myself inside the coat and rush ahead

I’m not lifeless, though; I have a dog waiting at home
I’ve got my television with its dumb and lame programs
Just make a cup of hot chocolate and sit on the couch
Next to the fireplace and spend some time watching news

No one disturbs, no one comes by, nothing can happen
Living such a peace life in which worries never pass by
I move my feet to the dog and wake her up
Not before long I recognize she has gone by

Do we live to wait for something to come?
Or do we life only to wait for the end?
Tears upon my face; I’m watching her for the last time
Thinking that she might at least knew how lonely this life is