The Secret Life Of Garbage
i was thrown out with the garbage
when i was just sixteen
all the monsters out there waiting
for a boy so young,and green
as the years fly by, i wonder
why it's me that's thrown away?
almost every one i trusted
first,a boy,now,old and gray
as the time went by i hardened
vowing "never will i trust!"
but the "small still voice" did follow
always saying,"Son,you must!"
here i am now once again
at the curb to wait the truck
that will haul me to the refuse heap
piled with broken dreams,and luck
and some day beneath the warm sun
i will crawl out from the stench!
of the rotting lies,and promises
with a scrap of trust i'll clench
God wants me to keep trying!
how else that this, could be?
i will try to grab the "brass ring"!
forged of trust and love...and me.
