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Ode to a Trash Can
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Life Expressions Volume I It sits there day after day
Soaking up the suns rays.
Sunlight reflecting from its glistening skin
This old receptacle of tin.
Through storms of rain and snow
It stands ready for us to throw
Waste paper, cans, and lunch trash too
It takes them all from me and you.
The can stands there with pride
Takes all nature throws at it and handles it in stride.
It survives brutal sanitation men
To stand and serve once again.
As age and rust take their toll
And trash men adds many new folds
The can becomes that which it held...
Trash...which is its death nell.
But like the phoenix, it will rise again
As a Toyota, Ford, Chevy, or bean can.
The circle of life continues around
As a renewed trash can comes to ground.
