Green

for the green that does not grow

we break our backs

throughout our lives the seed we must sow

in order to make up for the green we lack

some rob, cheat, and steal to get pictures of presidents so grand

others will grind the mill

and hope time will work a plan

we have created a race of rats

to obtain this pleasure so fine

we act like brats

and will not take the time

to quietly dine

with our fellow peers

we are a race of back stabbing money hungry humans

who upon others we jeer

time slips away like grains of sandS

seems that when we are old and gray

do we stop and enjoy the day

do we allow the rising of the sun to define the day

and we no longer need to strive

for the green that doesn’t grow

oh but even now they must worry

and the seeds should not stop from growing

they should produce many berries

for we all need green to live

young and old

rich and poor

we all have needs

Taken from a collection I’ve entitled ‘The Destruction of Me’. Started in the 8th grade through college. Not a published book.