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Dec 2014
One day I found some treasure in a ******* heap
that I thought could be a thing worthwhile to keep.
Although at first it didn’t seem to be much at all
because of the simple fact that it was quite small.

The more I looked at it the less likely it became
something by which anyone could thereby gain.
It was so covered in dirt that it was hard to discern
just exactly what it was without handling to learn.

Not wishing to disappoint myself or let curiosity go
I picked the object up with a determination to know.
And after wiping the dirt off from it I could then see,
just what the thing was which completely amazed me.

The thought crossed my mind as to why it had been thrown away
along with all the rest of the garbage that was strewn around to lay.
I had a strong suspicion that it may have been discarded by mistake
which sometimes does also happen when people are not fully awake.

Or perhaps when people get so sick and tired of the same old things
by an act of desperation they try to get rid of whatever in life stings;
throwing away certain possessions which over the years have acquired
becoming such burdens in their life to the point of making them tired.

Another perspective is that it may have served its purpose up to that time
and the person possessing it had no further use for it regarding it as grime.
One too many things in a person’s life can really get to be too much to bear
and the situation becomes unhealthy for them to continue in that way there.

Whatever the case may have been for it to have ended up here
was now to my advantage which brought me some good cheer.
Something invaluable once deemed lost but since then found again
is what so many people hope for to progress and confidence attain.
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Private collection. Written in 2013.
Written by
George Krokos  73/M/Melbourne, Victoria, Aust
(73/M/Melbourne, Victoria, Aust)   
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