Litter
Bought something
Got receipt
Folded it, and refold
Turned small, almost line
On my way out of car
It fell and went along
Careless and lazy, I
Never thought to return
Pick it up…
Sense of guilt killing me
I added to litter
What a shame!
Make me think with question:
And what if everyone…?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem