How Times Have Changed

A professor of mine told a story

Of a litterbug caught in the act

So the witness retrieved

What the litterbug heaved

With the thought that with guilt he’d be wracked.

 

He caught up with the guy and returned it

And the man was embarrassed indeed.

This took place long ago

And the times, as you know,

Have few niceties people do heed.

 

So today, I observed someone drinking.

Once his bottle of hootch emptied out,

It got tossed through a fence

Where I’m sure it will hence

Be a permanent fixture, no doubt.

 

Though a garbage pail stood on the corner

Any effort was not worth a damn.

But did I interfere?

No, the years have made clear

Caution makes me the coward I am.