Recycle bins, full,
Of paper and glass.
Roadside, I see them,
As I drive on past.
Some are large,
While others small.
Wine bottles and cans,
Very full, they are all.
It brings a smile,
To my mind.
Revealed are the drinkers,
In those homes, inside.
And, the bins with the many,
Fashion magazines,
Inside of those homes,
Live the Fashion Queens.
Or, the bins with the handled,
Fancy shopping bags,
Nothing in their closet,
Later use for a rag?
But, who knew when they recycle,
Exposed in the bins on the ground,
Something about the person,
And, their lifestyle is found.