Taking Out the Trash

This is a poem about something done
A couple of times each week.
It's a chore that comes to everyone,
The high, the low, the meek.

It surely holds some higher truth,
This regular routine
Of taking refuse from the house
That helps to keep it clean.

We're geared up for consumption --
What we wear and what we eat --
And when we're done with using it
We toss it, nice and neat.

It happens with the things we eat,
And all the things we use;
We take just what we need from it,
The rest of it we lose.

So, as you're taking out the trash
Just think, in days of yore
There was no modern plumbing
But, a pot behind the door....

(Some of you may have to Google "chamber pot" to understand this post.)