Poetry

Perpetual Garbage

I think something beautiful
Always happens
Somewhere, there is good
It’s always there
But the world
Throws all the garbage
Around the trash can
Not in, where it can be thrown away
And forgotten
I think the world would be better
If we tried to remember the good
And take out the trash

Advertisements
Standard

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s