Thoughts and Poems are the Same Thing

pollution

The river flows, and so it goes

Our hopes and dreams, washing away

With the clean water of yesterday. 

The chemicals will run, under the sun

Over the rocks smoothed by the current

From the plant, their polluting parent.

And we wonder, how did we make this blunder?

But remember, we can learn from our mistakes

And this time, slam on the brakes.