Bob the bottle man

Today I saw the bottle man
Riding his bicycle in the sun
Checking all the rubbish bins 
Looking for a few bottles and cans
Obviously he has his plans
Trying to earn a little extra cash
I felt sorry for the old bottle man
He looked thin and underfed
Why does he have to seek
Among those rubbish bins?
To help him make his way?
Does he have no choice?
Because times are so tough?
Is that why his life is so rough?
I'll call him Bob because
His head was bobbing up and down
As he rode his old bicycle
Around that country town
I watched him cycle from bin to bin
Opening them up: looking in
He only found one bottle
I felt that was such a shame
I bet he was looking for so much more
That's why he came!
I stopped my car and called out to him
He didn't hear me shout
So I followed him into the park
I called out once again
Finally he heard me and listened up
He followed me across the road
I gave him all I had
To make his life a little easier
For whatever he had on his list
For Lord I felt I was the lucky one
That day I saw good old uncle Bob
I thank you every day for taking care of me!