Little Things

The bigger things are obvious And are to be expected, Like sickness, job loss and the fear Of what’s not disinfected. But little things I haven’t seen In ages have affected The way I feel and I don’t see How they will be corrected. Graffiti’s back and littering And parks they’ve not inspected For drinking (beer cans everywhere) And dog poo not collected. Some car alarms have sounded (Most ‘round here are disconnected) And garbage in the streets means rats Have lately been detected. The little things add up, of course, So people have defected, But those of us who choose to stay Can’t help but feel dejected.