The Way It Was
The year is 2057
The earth is a ball that is void of bright colors,
fresh smells, beautiful sights
The years continue onward but WE have
passed on,
While our children and their children live.
WE were careless, negligent, ignorant,
And had very little concern for the creation created for us.
Now
THEY
Will
Pay
The
Price!
Environmentalists pleaded, begged, and
admonished us,
To take care of, nourish, take pride in, and
appreciate what was ours.
WE did not listen rather we went out of our
way to clutter, ruin, and destroy our earth.
Now
THEY
Will
Pay
The
Price!
Little thought was given to what WE had.
It was ours, free, not encumbered by debris,
fog, pollution,
It was pleasing to our eyes,
Filled with smells that perked our senses
And we were welcomed each day by its soft
and majestic presence.
But now what is left for our children and their
children to enjoy, gaze upon, and wake to
each morning?
Ask not now for the time has passed.
And
Now
THEY
Will
Pay
The
Price!
WE went about our daily lives
Filling them with "things" that took up our
time
While our earth was in distress, pain, and
anguish
But WE argued and complained and said to
whoever would hear "How will my doing
anything make a difference?"
Well now the question will be answered.
THEY will pay the price FOREVER!!!!
THEY are YOUR children and grandchildren. (The difference)
Submit your poems to:
Michael Ceraolo at ceraolom@yahoo.com
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