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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