"Trash"
It saddens me as I see
trash on the ground.
As I look I see more and more
trash all around.
A cup and a bag and a
wrapper from gum,
It would take near a year to pick
up one by one.
I wonder just how littering
people were raised,
Or if it's some sad, sick, and
gross new world craze.
The cigarette butts are my
least favorite, still--
They cover the ground like ants
on a sand hill.
Recycling sounds like a
thing of the past--
That's way too much work and the
ground is so fast.
The trash leaves our hand without
thinking at all--
I'm sure it will be on the
ground till next fall.
I pick trash up daily as
part of my job.
Could that guest truly be that
big of a slob?
What good can I do in this
world going wrong?
I guess pick up piece by piece
till all is gone!
written by Dan
2/3/06
I was reminded today of this poem as there was lots of trash on the ground at work. :(
1 Comments:
wow...impressive...I was surprised that in Hawaii...paradise on earth...there was a lot of trash there too.
nice poem.
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