Death is like a Garbage Man (Random thoughts, March 26, 2021)

by Everlasting   Mar 26, 2021


Some say our Time on Earth is borrowed
I say it’s not
I say it’s ours to keep
Or else by now,
I would have kissed the Earth Good bye
For that, that isn’t mine, I return it
I do not wait until the owner claims it back

But most importantly,
Death isn’t the owner of my Life,
I am, at least,
while I breathe with life
This was a gift given to me from God
A gift I kindly accepted

Though Death does come
to pick the gifts that God has given
Like the garbage man does
when toys have broken
and off the trash they go...

I guess Death is like a garbage man,
and I, someday,
whether I want it or not,
will be the trash he’ll collect
To see
Whether to throw me in Hell:
The trash that needs to be incinerated
Or Heaven:
The trash that can perhaps be recycled
Or reused someday.

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  • 3 years ago

    by Jack

    Nice massage!

  • 3 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I've never heard of death being likened to a garbage man before, and I think it's brilliant. In so many of your poems, there's a great deal of introspection, and I love how strong your voice is in this. Understanding that you may not know what lies beyond, but knowing that you are the owner of your life. You will take it by the reins, and not give it over to the fears and terror of death until it is time. There's an acceptance in that almost. In knowing that death will someday come, but until then, you will live your life to the best of your ability and lead it. I also liked the comparison of hell being akin to the incinerated trash; whereas Heaven provides hope, being recycled, that there is potential and the good parts of you, of your soul, can remain. A thought-provoking write!

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