I go for a walk
Sit on a bench
I find around
There is a
stench
Could it be
The air’s so
bitter
Because of all
The scattered
litter?
The trash I
found
Was some
surprise
When I came to
see
Another sunrise
If I walk away
And leave it
there
Does that imply
I do not care?
Should I
instead
My pockets fill
With rubbish
left
Up on that
hill?
Maybe if
I had a bag
I might pick up
Discarded fags
Could be next
time
I have a stroll
I’ll take along
A black bag
roll
Perhaps if
I had a plan
I might become
A rubbish man
Perchance I
might
Just have a
bash
At clearing up
Other people’s
trash
Might be one
time
I’d take a team
Together we’d
keep
The country
clean
Martin A W Holmes, October 2016
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