Don't Fight It - Write It

By Paula Goldsmith

I have a problem with public bathrooms,

cleanliness you ask.


with drying my hands.

Many have no paper towels,

only the air machines.

Let’s go green,

I am told.

Can you tell me,

how do you wipe a child’s wet face with an air machine.

How does one wipe up a wet counter,

with an air machine.

Why not have both,

paper towels and an air machine.

Let the customer decide,

decide the one they want to use.

Now I have this off my chest,

Oh how much better I feel.

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