When Things Change Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
When Things Change
When things change
Nice-Chilly is morning
New day is welcoming
Twilight grey, opening
Potato, on the asphalt
Squashed and useless
Is pity; that is waste
Plastic on the branch
Is choking as if noose
Wrong it is; is shame
Many youths in Rexall
Colorful hats; outfits
Each getting diploma
"There's no job my friends"
I hope they're wise enough
"See waste and correct wrong."
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