Garbage Man Poems - Poems about Garbage Man

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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