The Dustbin's Hidden Gifts

There is a dustbin, old and worn,

Sitting at the back of the store.

It's always there, forgotten and ignored,

But it holds within its depths, so much more.

It's where we toss our scraps and waste,

The things we don't need, we replace.

But little do we know, as we haste,

The dustbin holds hidden gifts, in its place.

For within its walls of metal and rust,

Lie treasures, waiting to be discovered.

Old toys and trinkets lost and thrust,

Into the dustbin, they are recovered.

Some may see it as a dumping ground,

A place for garbage, to be found.

But for those who take the time to look around,

The dustbin becomes a treasure trove, profound.

For it is not the things we throw away,

That defines us, or our worth.

It's the moments, that we choose to stay,

And find value, in the things on earth.

So next time you pass that old dustbin,

Take a moment, and have a peek.

You never know what lies within,

A hidden gift, just waiting to be freed.

Within the dustbin, there is so much more,

Then meets the eye.

It holds the memories, of days before,

And the potential, for a new life, to thrive.

So don't be quick, to throw things away,

Take the time, to appreciate.

For in the dustbin, there may be a treasure,

Just waiting, to be embraced.