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
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