Poem I wrote - discuss, add your own, enjoy

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Walking in the Rain Running, being beaten by the rain He upsets an unwanted, cast-aside scrap Which flips and squirms in pain And slips down the grate into crap Travels and tumbles with impact And falls to the ocean floor To become a mere artifact For all but humanity to ignore Millions of moons to come Some excavator will unload That priceless scrap that came from The forgotten man, walking down the road. The man still presses onward The rain harsh against his face Pulling his jacket forward Causing sight of others to erase A young lady walking by Could endure no more of this Ran home and began to cry For every ignore and dismiss She killed herself that night After that one final straw Of the man who didn't give hindsight To that woman that he saw. That same man, now several paces ahead Releases the bottle from his hand Which falls quick as if were dead Shattering as he planned Hours from now a courier on this street Will puncture his tire on a shard Will lose control and will unseat Plunging fast and hard Cars brake and swerve Killing, but cause untold Of the man's nerve To throw his bottle in the road. Every action of this man Had a consequence Although not done in plan Or meant in offense He will never know If the truth be told What others will undergo Because he walked down the road.