Things don’t last forever;
That bicycle rusting under the tree,
That new factory just built on Vine Street,
And you.
Especially you...
Sooner or later the one-trick clown gets us all
And it won’t be too long ‘till the whole cake has its candles blown out.
But we try to fight it.
We try so hard to just put a few more miles on the speedometer,
A lil’ extra push on the shove.
Hell, we even trade Truth for objectivity.
What a cut to wrists when we give up the sky just to eat a little puddin.
But I’m not saying humanity’s lost its edge,
Not yet anyway.
There’s still plenty of cool cats running the scenes,
Who take soul to heart
And give objectivity the finger.
But the numbers are coolin’ off it seems.
The times are getting shady.
It seems like one big firework getting ready to blow
And most people won’t realize
Their hand is still wrapped around the shell.
Coz the time is coming
When the sun will rise on a seemingly ordinary morning
And the whole world will hear the engine approaching
Of a massive garbage truck
Barelling down the city streets and back alleys
Screaming, “I have come again! I am here! ”
And what a bust for all those critics
Standing at the side of the road
When the garbage man comes to collect the litter.
Jeremy D. Grimes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garbage-day/
