On the bins…

For Mr Pete.

What’s that smell? Oh what’s that pong? 
Where oh where is it coming from? 
I take a breath and hide a grin,
This is life – on the bins.

You chuck it out, I pick up it up,
Time to feed my hungry truck.
What’s waste to you, is not to him, 
This is life – on the bins.

Mouldy food, God knows what else,
Stinking, foul, I’ve sure smelt some smells.
But this is my job – for my sins,
This is my life – on the bins.

When I get home from a long weary day,
I’m reluctant to throw one thing away.
For I know – just what that brings,
Someone else’s life – on the bins.

Written by Emma L Beal

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