Shopping Carts
Over many years
Very little has changed
They still have crazy wheels
And a sturdy metal frame
They still hold a child
Seated in reverse
And she reaches for everything
When her mom’s head is turned
The rides are still a little rough
As the carts have no suspension
And the front ends need aligning
To prevent head-on collisions
The carts are still discarded
Around the parking lot
With no groceries left to carry
They’re left where cars are parked
A stock boy there corrals them
Into a little pen
And pushes a line of others
While shoppers are coming in