How I wish I could take,
all my anxieties and sorrows
shove them in a garbage bag,
seal it with a plastic strap,
and wait for dawn when
the great yellow municipal truck
would arrive to collect my mental rubbish
and toss it out somewhere
on a dump-heap far,
way far, beyond the city limits,
out of sight and out of mind,
forever.
4 comments:
I think poetry works better for you than the yellow municipal truck.
Cheers. Well written.
:)
Awwww, thanks!. And I think you are right :)
Great one. I'd like the same!
lol... Thanks Terresa.
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