Picking Up Litter

I have placed discarded, empty bottles
into the trash can at the end of a day.

Why the bottles sometimes line the street
is a question beyond the gathering of my mind.

Garbage is garbage no matter where it lies
or so the thinking goes on those better days.

One day in the great memory bank of time
I will remember having picked up litter.

Will my place in the heavens after life be made,
having cleaned up for the world on these days?