Behind an old rotten box,
lies a home for the lonely and unsatisfied
and while trash looks like trash,
trash can be an abode
which can even create pleasure,
in delicate forms of laughs and smiles.
And on those nights when trash is trash,
pay little attention to this nuisance
but when trash reads gaiety,
never let the day fade.
Copyright © zelene desha | Year Posted 2016