What is rubbish?
What is waste?
Time spent creating
With less haste

One man’s rubbish
Is another’s treasure
Somethings in life
We just can’t measure

Wanting the new
The old cast aside
Surface and skin deep
It’s what is inside

Be very careful
What we agree matters
Promises broken
Trust in tatters

Take a second look
What is lost for gain
Forgotten in landfill
What will remain?

Mark Scotchford © 02/04/2015

About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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One Response to Landfill

  1. l42nlb says:

    Very true and thought provoking. Thanks for sharing

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