Best Garbage Man Poems
Though this is written like a poem it is
more of a thank you letter.
God answers prayers in so many ways
he brings us people to help keep the faith
he gave to me a sweet, sweet man
who helped me truly understand
when i was low and ready to give up
see i was broke
Without a job, no money, no food, no gas in the car
My husband needed to go and find work
To help his family stay a float
We saw the garbage man outside
We feared he'd come to take our garbage can
So we rushed out side to ask him not too
He said he wasn't there too
He just came to empty our can
'Cause the regular garbage man had passed us up
Now here is were God steps in
My husband and the garbage man talk outside for quit awhile
Tears fill my heart when I think of what comes next
My husband leaves and comes right back
He tells me that the garbage man has put $23 of gas in our van
My heart must of skipped a beat, I could not believe his generosity
Though it does not stop there
Apparently the garbage man has also given us $40 in cash
His only wish is was that it was not spent on cigarettes or booze
This money was for my family to get food
So often we forget how God lends a helping hand
God does not promise to make us rich, or grant us all we wish
He simply says just ask of me and all you NEED will be given to thee
Today I send out a special prayer, "God, Please bless The Garbage Man that
gave my family a helping hand. Amen"
Busy shadows follow him on his route
Eyes collecting people dressed in a suite
Every sweat filled day he tells his story
His love’s labor for family glory
In his job syringe needles are not strange
Trash piles giving us a life in exchange
Pill boxes color putrid plastic bags,
torn and ejected body’s broken rags
We must remove what life has rejected
For families we mend lives affected
We endure when families are in need
Much more than just our families to feed
We deliver no matter the day’s length
Families depend on their father’s strength
for under 10$ an hourly wage
you too can be the lucky one
who rides around on the back of a pungent & filthy green
garbage truck for ten hours a day
hopping off and then back on at a
breakneck pace
in order to empty those large cans
filled with all the disgusting refuse that one can imagine,
but did you know about the action adventure life that comes with
this
profession?
the garbage man sees all
starting at 4am,
he is often greeted by inebriated women in robes
stumbling out to molest them on their lawn
even if it has begun to rain---
the garbage man needs to jump off the back of the truck
quick like a bunny
when the truck slides too far to the side of the road on hard terrain
almost hitting traffic signs
(which might very well decapitate the garbage man in question)---
the garbage man finds all of the little erotic nothings
which people throw away in their trash
but which end up tearing open in the dumping &
it isn’t hard to find out the existing realities,
those old men with **** libraries that are purged biweekly or
those couples who are trying to save their sex lives by
incorporating
sex toys &
bondage apparatuses---
he can be greeted by those who do not pay their bills & whose
garbage does not get picked up
by loud profanity,
sometimes people will even throw things at him if they are so inclined.
he is out there heaving your waste come rain or shine
with the garbage reeking in the hot summer sun
or with his fingers & toes freezing in the winter---
he’s tramping through the snow banks
with his hands double-gloved &
no lunch break in sight
as the truck runs on a strict time schedule---
he’s out there
doing another job that you won’t do yourself,
making less money than you &
scrubbing off the remnants with lava soap.
Little Mary, who lives next door, and I think that we have the nicest garbage man...
And every week he comes and empties out our garbage can.
He's just as nice as he can be...
And often he stops and talks with little Mary and me.
Little Mary's mom doesn't like his smell...
But then again she doesn't know him well.
Our garbage man is so nice to little Mary and me...
He's kind and friendly like I want to be.
He comes each week and empties out our garbage can...
And he seems to be such a good and Godly man.
TK<
the garbage man comes
picking up yesterday’s memories
in plastic bags
and wooden boxes
leaving behind
empty tin pails
to be filled up again
with today’s remains