A Perplexed Generation
Clinking can,
Carried by wind,
Flounders through zephyr,
Meant for blue bin,
Wondering.
Packets of paper,
Thrashing about,
Skimming through air,
With wings of wren,
Wondering.
Plastic bottles,
Propelled by wind,
Kicked to curb,
Wanders ‘long road,
Wondering.
Nostrils remain uninhabited—
Kleenex becomes a rarity.
Buildings remain dark—
Energy prices escalate.
Homes remain frigid—
Insulation is scarce.
Game boards collect dust—
Now obsolete.
Our perplexed generation—
Wondering.
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hey you!
Good to see you around. Intriguing piecel very perplexing indeed. Gotta wonder where the world is headed. Not to very good places, I don't think. The recycling angle is interesting because everything we do has a reaction and is in a way a cycle.
hey, good to see you again! :)
Thank you; I had to write it for school; hence why it's about recycling and littering. lol
Gaaa, I wish our world would head in a different direction; instead of heading north or south, let's head either left or right or southeast or something like that.... That's what our world needs, in my opinion.
a new direction
Sounds good to me.