we never throw anything away

A piece of brown crap metal What could I do with it? I did not know, but I knew I would have to try Since it was free, I lugged it home Seashells with holes Discarded by a button factory Thousands of them, a small mountain I conjure some ideas and take two pails full home My parents were both depression babies. My siblings and I take anything we can get. Threadbare materials can become rags. We use it until it disintegrates. Fabric pieces are saved for future possibilities To line a pillow, to patch jeans, to make a quilt Slivers of lace are never discarded We can decorate doll clothes out of them