Trashed

When you’re walking through the lot,

It wasn’t yours, it matters not.

Pick up that discarded piece of trash,

Your decision might seem quite rash.

Your friends will think of you as weird,

But the trash has disappeared.

Take a second to make a difference,

You’ll feel better for your assistance.

The guy who left it was such a jerk,

His responsibilities he surely shirked.

But stepping over it makes you as bad,

You may set an example for some young lad. 

We often ask, “What can I do?”

“I’m only one,” of this it’s true.

Pick up some trash, though it’s not yours,

Grasp the opportunity when it occurs.

To make the world a better place,

And live together with love and grace. 

--Ken Ferguson--