Days go by a can world

DAYS GO BY A CAN WORLD
As far as the I eye can see
Lucky number one
The winner takes it all
I stretch my hands too far
And reach the magic of picking up a can
I know it's money even though, it's only one
It's magic because I find it neat with drips of energy drink
It's magic because I am not expecting it where I find it
It's magic because it still new without any dirt on it
As far as the eye can see as I look across the road I cn spot a can by jobseekers who are crowded by a company's gate
A can waits for me to pick it, them having no idea what for
It's magic because I thank them fr this one can only
I move on to other spheres as the road expands before my eyes and I ma close to traffic lights where I expect lots of cans
It's so complacent picking up a can and feels like winning a long marathon at the end of the day
The winner takes it all, means I don't leave a can behind and I pick it up at the same time to fill up my plastic bag
It's cold and indeed its winter and still more and more cans will appear on the side of the road where the grass grows thicker and longer and bigger, the can appears surprisingly
I am a canman as the day goes by
I imagine a can somewhere in my visions
I have a good dream of myself picking up cans somewhere in the world where my spirit has never been there in person
Tomorrow will come my black plastic bag will be full of cans and surely get R22.00 paid to me for such nice work and I will have some energy drink to buy for R10.00 and that soothes my passion for can collecting in tall green  grasses at the sides of the streets and main roads where people chuck them after drinking