One Mans Garbage

We wake up
Day after day
Ruined from our past

Dusting off old memories
Back stabs and
Shards of glass

Collecting pieces
Of broken plates
Knee deep in other’s mistakes

Today is a new day
It is fair to say
But the news replays
What occurred yesterday

Recycled garbage
Is served up brand new
You think you found a bargain
But they’re worn in shoes

Take a walk in them
And see what you find
Perhaps that old mans garbage
Is yours to shine

A very rough draft By: Me (Jo Vazquez 12/9/14)

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s