Donkeys

Nobody loves me
And why should that be?
I work for my living
and the hot sun burns me
often neglected
those steep hills and ground
Take so much out of me
Thats what I’ve found

I work in a Tip
its a smelly old place
flies and big maggots
all over my face
I get little water
and have several sores
I’d love to lay down
somewhere indoors

for the rains are upon us
and all of this mud
you guessed it, I’m Donkey
I hear that old thud
of my heart, it grows weary
like me, ah! I sigh
Nobody loves me
I wish I knew why?