Cast aside from lifes
unending tide
we wile away the hours
in the junkyard
wondering who can see
our worthiness
amidst the rabble and rubble
Like diamonds from coal
we have endured
the tremendous pressure
to become hard
yet beautiful
to shine with a brilliance
even in the rough
Yes, there are jewels
in the junkyard
treasures to be found
all you need to do
is look around.
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I do like this very much. And I love junkyards too! Discarded things remember who threw them away.