A poem by R.M. Dolin
Discarded Cans
We seem these days to either be
manically trying to keep up
or benched in bewilderment.
The better we are at doing
what we do,
the faster we’re consumed
and tossed aside
like discarded cans in a ditch,
waking up one day
to the realization
that while we seem plenty busy,
our lives are empty
and devoid of purpose
leaving no doubt we’re done,
which makes the mystery of
why we’d still be here
artfully mismanaged.
From chapter 4 of the R.M. Dolin novel, “An Unsustainable Life – The Book of Darwin.” Darwin inventories his reasons for why he had to escape California.
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