Wasabi Satchet
For a couple days there was a sachet of wasabi, y’know the ones you find when you buy store bought sushi, at my bus stop. It was just lying there abandoned and I’m sure I speak for a lot of people when I say this but sometimes, I feel like that wasabi sachet. Just sitting there, abandoned while the world moves on to fast for me to catch up. To commemorate this packet of wasabi, which of by the time I wrote this had been picked up (whether by a human or something else we will never know) I wrote a poem. _________________________________________________ The wasabi sachet Oh, wasabi sachet Sitting there day after day Constantly alone If only any one had known You would have probably been brought home ___________________________________________________ Thank you for reading this far have a lovely day ;) If you look at the posts you will see I put this there too.