I thought I was famous, but I guess I am not.
I no longer worry about what I haven't got.

I used to be lonely, out on the street.
But fate was watching over and made my life sweet.

I now have a home and a family too,
Sometimes I think this is too good to be true.

Mom wishes I could tell her about the bad things from back then,
Then she would know when I might be scared and when.

My family really loves me, I feel safe and secure,
Mom says I am "famous", but now I m not so sure.

Mom read a poem about being famous today,
She cried when she read it, I didn t know what to say.

Being famous sounded lonely, like my life before,
Back then a small scrap of food was a really big score.

So, I don t have to be famous, I ll just be plain old me;
With a home, love, food, security in short my family.

May all of the caring rescuers help the others out there;
If I haven t said it before, THANK YOU, I m glad you care.

© 1999 Author: Holli Levine

NOTE: As Roman s rescue was coordinated over the web, he
came to be known as "Roman, the famous rescue dog".
http://members.aol.com/ShibaRescu/roman.html