If I Were a Plastic Bag-
If I Were a Plastic Bag…
I would help shoppers carry their stuff.
Anything: groceries, toys or powder puffs.
I could help thrice, because I am tough.
I like to; it is fun to see their stuff!
Sometimes I wait for weeks in the dark, scrunched.
Kept there unused for months crowded and hunched…
I am not alone; we plastic bags are bunched.
Waiting in the dark while the humans munch.
I dream that one-day, soon I will fly up high.
I will escape on the day that the wind blows by.
A breath of fresh air will lift me into the sky.
I will see the city's grandeur; then, I shall sigh.
It seems like forever the days go slow.
Up in a treetop it would not be so.
I could just hang around beneath sun's glow.
Watching travelers drive about on streets below.
Freedom's dream, flying high, has not come to fruition.
The life I lead in cabinets has become a mission.
Somehow, now, based upon the economic condition.
I just lay back in the dark and wait in submission.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 18, 2009
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2009
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