David Wood

Gold Star - 10,656 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

Someone Else - Poem by David Wood

I am looking for someone else you see
But that person always eludes me.
For when I walk through the park
Or on a lonely street after dark
And I see beer cans thrown in the street
Or crisp packets, or cartons I do greet
That other people have cast aside,
Who discard their rubbish far and wide,
For it’s always for someone else to pick up
That beer can, wrapper or paper cup.
That someone else must be a busy guy
For no matter where I look or how hard I try
I cannot find them, it makes you want to cry.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

For litter bugs everywhere

Comments about Someone Else by David Wood

  • Freshman - 786 Points Patti Masterman (5/15/2013 9:49:00 AM)

    I have to keep the street along our place picked up. It is a monumental job.
    Especially in the spring before mowing it. Usually it is all trash but occasionally
    a hidden treasure. Your lines reminded me of the dialogue going in my mind as
    I police all the blowing trash: someone was too busy to spare a minute of their
    schedule, so I must make a huge allotment in mine to remove all the rubbish.
    I can feel the pity and the approval of the drivers who see me as they drive by.
    Some men feel something more, curiosity why is that old lady out picking trash
    up? She must need the can money! Haha, I am picking it up for my health,
    that's it! This is such a clever piece. It really grabs hold of one. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,413 Points Ace Of Black Hearts (5/9/2013 2:59:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem, we indeed leave to much trash laying around. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,015 Points Yasmeen Khan (5/9/2013 9:20:00 AM)

    an environmentalist composition...it means nothing can escape a poet's sensitivity...a poem with a strong message (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 18,448 Points Lyn Paul (5/8/2013 8:09:00 PM)

    Great write David. What nature has given us is truly beautiful yet appreciated by too little. My biggest gripe is those who do not pick up there doggy doo's. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,678 Points Valerie Dohren (5/8/2013 5:46:00 PM)

    It certainly does make one want to cry - have you read mine entitled Rubbish. A humorous write but with an essence of truth. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (5/8/2013 10:10:00 AM)

    Or crisp packets, or cartons I do greet, That other people have cast aside, Lord has given you the eyes that's why you cant avoid, social activities to avoid filthy surroundings...a habit to keep the surrounding neat and clean Its every bodies job, open earth is not a dustbin A POET CAN TAKE ACTION ON THAT LIKE AN ENVIRONMENTALIST I love your way..I request to all reader please convey this to the society..Thank DAVID (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,219 Points Babatunde Aremu (5/8/2013 8:40:00 AM)

    Nice Poem. You are good observer of the environment. In my country heapsof debris are left behind for no one to clear. This poem to me has deep meaning about societal ills. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 8, 2013

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