A soda can, a soda can, a soda can
No one is left to drink out of it
Just lying there; no one to care
A piece of paper, a piece of paper, a piece of paper
No writing utensil seems to be in sight
In the trash can, what a fright
Pollution shouldn’t be the problem, since everybody is throwing me away
But some time, I may just decay
This heart is worthless I guess, so you better recycle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how you mixed recycleing with a broken heart. Great poem.