garbage man's poem

There was a time I wanted to be a garbage man,

It’s a funny wish for a young man.

But if you know what a young man’s done with ,

Then it’s not that funny.

 

There was a time I wanted to be a garbage man,

It’s a funny wish for a young man.

I wanted to live the darkest of the night,

Hanging at the back of the truck.

And then, in the desert of a sleeping city,

Watching the dawn’s early colours.

 

Slowly first, the silhouette  of a man would appear,

And turn into a running crowd.

Rushing in and out the tube, going to work,

I would be picking garbage up  the  streets.

 

So I ended going to Mister garbage man's office,

And asked about the job.

There, I was unpleasantly told the requisites,

To be MR garbage man.

 

I didn’t care about the smell and the salary,

I just thought hanging at the back of the truck

From the dark night to the very morning,

Would be enough to make my day beautiful.

 

There was a time I wanted to be a garbage man,

It’s a funny wish for a young man.

But if you know what a young man’s done with ,

Then it’s not that funny.

Written by Pierre