Garbage
The light of his eyes are growing dim
He creaks across the hard floor
A mouth so large it holds a ton
No longer remains doors
Leaks and drips sometimes pour out fast
Loud noises as dinosaurs
But that mouth scoops up rank garbage
It's as if an amour
Soon retirement in the picture
He doesn't want to be junked
That yellow John Deere loader
Man! A great machine hunk
Every week day he is so busy
He doesn't want to rest
Up and going at six in the morn
That is when he does best
He's seen those loader graveyards
on the way to be repaired
If only they would oil and grease
him as if they did cared
He has been faithful to do his job
Even though neglected
Tears run down his radiator
His metal is affected
Sad to see the death of such a one
it pains to see him go
But life is short even in service
The graveyard such a blow
Inspired by contest:Garbage
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