Plastic waves crash upon the sandy shore,

No one comes here, not anymore.

It was just one bag then two then three

Continuously growing as they filled the sea.

The boardwalk is closed,

For how long no one knows.

The arcades have all come to a stop

And each ice cream parlor has closed its shop.

Years ago this had been a dream vacation

Now its been reduced to a wasteland station.

Where once young couples held hands,

Discarded cigarettes crawl in the sands.

"What happened?" You cry

"Who did it and why?"

Well there isn't a particular cause to blame

There's a long line of offenders in that hall of fame.

But the beach could once again become pristine

If we stopped making a mess and start to clean.