Little Old Black Man Poem by Christina Sunrise

Little Old Black Man



Little old black man picking up trash
he was a kind soul I can tell you that.
He said 'No matter how much I pick up,
there is always more, more than enough.'
It's true and it's a sad fact-
how people throw trash out the window
like the earth was a trash can.

Written by Christina Sunrise on May 11,2012

Sunday, May 13, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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