How Times Have Changed

A professor of mine told a story Of a litterbug caught in the act So the witness retrieved What the litterbug heaved With the thought that with guilt he’d be wracked. He caught up with the guy and returned it And the man was embarrassed indeed. This took place long ago And the times, as you know, Have few niceties people do heed. So today, I observed someone drinking. Once his bottle of hootch emptied out, It got tossed through a fence Where I’m sure it will hence Be a permanent fixture, no doubt. Though a garbage pail stood on the corner Any effort was not worth a damn. But did I interfere? No, the years have made clear Caution makes me the coward I am.