Rolling back and forth ,
Neatly rested on a matatu dashboard on a sunny Sunday afternoon
The winds blowing by gave me a whistle, no rhythm at all!
Three flies flew by my opening!
I guess they are here for the little soda left in me!
A soul at a time! I quench them as I ready myself for the next cycle
Usage has me ready for my next life
Recycling as a proper means of disposal!
The matatu driver just made a sudden stop! Picked me up and
Threw me out by the window
With bits of mud and dew, I lay by the road side!
This can’t be life!
I doubt recycling is still in reach for me, no next life! Death of a dream.
Rainy nights, blazing hot days
A few kicks from school boys have me dirty and unrecognizable
My plastic but somewhat natural life comes to an end!
Happy new month everyone here. This month, I celebrate my Father who will be growing Older and wiser on 24th👌
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