It is not my Trash Man, but I that defeted myself.

(Waking to the sound of the Trash truck pulling away, I realize I had yet again been bested)

You know when you get old in life
things get taken from you.
That's, that's part of life.
But,you only learn that when you start losing stuff.
You find out that life is just a game of inches.
So is Trash collection.
Because in either game
life or Trash collection
the margin for error is so small.
I mean
one half Minute too late
you don't quite make it.
One half second too slow
and you don't quite catch it.
The inches we need are everywhere around us.
They are in ever break of the Trash collection game
every minute, every second.