My heart is heavy
As I walk the beach
See the sun setting
Water under my feet
Last of the town folk
Leaving the beach
The train filling up
Kids already asleep
There's a chill in the air
Coming in from the sea
As waves crash down
On almost now empty beach
A few of us old folk
Surveying the beach
Seeing the litter
Dare not to speak
People should remember
The amenity that's there
Is opened to all
Should use it with care
On with the gloves
As we do every evening
Clearing the litter
Tomorrow's a new beginning
Clearing the litter Tomorrow's a new beginning comes on the clean beach. Very wonderful poem is expressive definitely.10
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Going to the ocean, lying on the beach, enjoying the beauty of God's good nature is a wonderful way to spend time thinking. Why do some people trash it like they do their own property, have they no shame or common decency? Your poem is spot on and said very tactfully, unlike those who throw trash everywhere they go. Give it a 10! Very good rhythm and imagery throughout your poem. I love it! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn