Trash

Existing in different forms Staring from road side Dying food for vultures Rotting into new existence Cast carelessly from mouth Living briefly in minds Some held till death More lost to ignorance Dumped and piled high Homes built on garbage Gossip stinking to rafters Flies hovering above lips Sea gulls picking past Nothing good left over Broken shattered lovely vase Memory of her anger Sorting through plastic dreams Many million's discarded refuse Recycled into Christmas toys Pieces missed killing birds Trash bin useless junk Tossed far and wide Cardboard boxes of rich Becoming homeless happy treasure Chosen few inheriting greed Afflicted with deadly power So many suffering life Yet rewards lasting forever Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn