There Is No Escaping From The Garbage We Leave Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

At the end of any day,
A trash collector...
And someone else,
Who may have a Doctorate's degree...
Have the same thing in common!
Both have a lifetime association...
With the creation of garbage.

Whether that garbage is recycled or not!
Dropped on the street...
Or rolled up to put into one's pocket.

Regardless of 'who' is paid,
To pick their trash up...
Both can be observed,
Leaving something to forget...
To be hauled away from a curb.

And those perceptions of who we are,
With or without daily impressions to make...
Who we impress or charades we fake,
There is no escaping from the garbage we leave.
It's all over the place.