Little Things

The bigger things are obvious

And are to be expected,

Like sickness, job loss and the fear

Of what’s not disinfected.

But little things I haven’t seen

In ages have affected

The way I feel and I don’t see

How they will be corrected.

Graffiti’s back and littering

And parks they’ve not inspected

For drinking (beer cans everywhere)

And dog poo not collected.

Some car alarms have sounded

(Most ‘round here are disconnected)

And garbage in the streets means rats

Have lately been detected.

The little things add up, of course,

So people have defected,

But those of us who choose to stay

Can’t help but feel dejected.