By the Wayside

Near the garbage, I did see A sad, discarded Christmas tree Wrapped up in a plastic bag, A sight to make the spirits sag. With Christmas looming, it seems rash To toss a tree out with the trash. I wondered 'bout the reasons why That tree was ditched, with no goodbye. Perhaps it brought some bugs inside Or else the owner up and died. It's possible, with needles falling, A fake version found its calling. Maybe two folks bought a tree Where one could serve the family Or someone, in a Scrooge-like snit Just chucked it, saying "This is it!" Though this is not my holiday, It saddened me in some small way, But not enough to take it home; Instead, it did inspire this poem.