In the Heap
They want to see me broken and beaten
Thrown into a heap of trash
Forgotten to the world
I travel to my final resting place
No peace here
Only articles of individuals
The forgotten and the lost
Occasionally one finds its way out
Saved from it's solitude
On display not as trash
But an item of worth
Hoping it won't find itself in the same pile
Once dirty
Now shined and cleaned
If only the world could see it's true value
Many are lost and never to find a way out
An item like me
Externally trash
Precious metals inside
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