I don't want to be selfish
Left to my own devices
I find the lack of devices rather spartan for my taste
Left alone to exist
I am left thinking of the things I used to waste
Left til' the end of the line
I make my decision with haste
The one thing I shouldn't have left
Is the one thing I couldn't bring
You see
Boats don't fit on planes.....
This poem is about:
Our world