Mystery

i have a warm house where i stay

i have a naughty dog that waits for me

i have work with a monthly pay

i am left with a right to be

i shut the ears to hear the sound

my breath goes in and out the nose

i shut my eyes and see them around

spots so far and yet so close

i have a mate who works like me

the dog awaits my tired friend

whose years afresh begin and end

has left in space the right to be