Trash Or Treasure Poem by Trevor Toews
Trash Or Treasure
Night has fallen,
Long since the woods were stilled
By the wind withdrawing to take another breath
Even the owl stops calling
And by the silence my heart is filled
As I, too, withdraw to ponder the aftermath:
I wonder which
Of the day's events held essence
What to toss aside and how to measure…
Today was rich
If we measure life in lessons
Sometimes we pick up trash and call it treasure.
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