Garbage Man - Satire -
Busy shadows follow him on his route
Eyes collecting people dressed in a suite
Every sweat filled day he tells his story
His love’s labor for family glory
In his job syringe needles are not strange
Trash piles giving us a life in exchange
Pill boxes color putrid plastic bags,
torn and ejected body’s broken rags
We must remove what life has rejected
For families we mend lives affected
We endure when families are in need
Much more than just our families to feed
We deliver no matter the day’s length
Families depend on their father’s strength
Copyright © Just James | Year Posted 2016
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