SECRETS OF THE SOUL 5 - DUSTBINS

SECRETS OF THE SOUL 5 - DUSTBINS

Dustbins

I seek the secrets of the soul,

From the dustbins of my mind,

As the beggar continues to rummage

Through the garbage cans, groping,

His hands searching for the valuables,

Cardboard, tins and plastic bags,

And some left over eatables;

As the dogs circle eagerly for the morsels,

The stench from leftover sins pervade

Dig deep and torment the hapless soul

As it tries to purge itself of past indiscretion,

The ghost really does not go away.