In this throw-away society,
It seems nothing is meant for life,
People scrape and scream for success,
But how do they feel inside?

They throw away things of value,
The marks of their affluent style,
They dispose of treasures,
Even those hard to find.

I have been that piece of *******,
That discarded bit of trash,
Worthless and unwanted,
Casually thrown aside.

A person can so easily,
Be thrown on that proverbial heap,
The piece of scrap,
The person left to rot.

Lucky for me there are others,
Who rescue from the dump,
Those who see the value,
In what others see as junk.

For some people are out there gathering,
Things of the throw-away kind,
For scraps can be turned to beauty,
By one of the loving kind.