The Bottle
The plastic bottle on the path
Begging to be picked up
Countless thousands ignore it
Leaving it for the next
To come along
Suddenly it's not ignored
A foot reaches out and kicks it
Surely this must be the moment
But then another kick
And then another,
The bottle is along for the ride
The path now ending
The daylight fading
The endless kicking seems to slow
But then a voice rings out
"I'll pick that up tomorrow"
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