The trash man walks and rings his bell
Behind a truck of which little is well
As I ride behind, he my passing to impede
Does he have a story which he might plead
Of wife or children or maybe family
Which I chosen never to see
For I am most busy with self you see
As I pass through this world
I have thought little of others
Or what there needs could be
For others are of much importance
If I will only open my eyes and see
Mexico has given me a new perspective I have needed for a long time. When I return to America I hope I don't loose the gifts Mexico has shared with me.
Remember: God only gives us a certain number of days. I don't plan on wasting the ones I have left.
Until we talk again.
Mike
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