I remember when life was good.
I followed valleys, towns , cities.
Then it came to a stop. Time came to a stop.
To a sewer I disposed,
Clogging my ancestors as they faded away.
As I wait to be saved
More filth force feeds me.
As I turn to mud, my last message.
I flew through history,
I saw fish dance,
Children laugh and still I fade.
By Max of Andover C of E school