Never has this old man seen
The happiness in those eyes that gleam
Of children playing
In a lot of piles of bricks and big dirt clods
I had to come abroad
And leave my comfort zone
To appreciate the struggles
Of these kids without a home
The environmental change I see
I’m sure exists at home
But there we just throw dollars
At the affected pollution zone
And here the children get to play
With an empty tube of paste
Or an errant milk jug
Tossed out in the waste
Their shrieks of glee
Resound thru’ me
As they run and jump of joy
In their discovery of
That errant milk jug toy
Little do I appreciate
The innocence that I’ve seen
Created by an errant jug
In those little eyes that gleam.
