Trenz Pruca

Song of a poor scavenger.

 

I have no worries
People throw away
More than I
Can ever use.


I get to choose
Only the best.
I am happy.
Leave me be.

Comments3

  • Fay Slimm.

    Oh how true these few well chosen words on what is wasted daily by the many can become of use to happy scavengers. Such song of the poor is so very telling.

  • Goldfinch60

    So true, so much of value is just thrown away in the society that we now live.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    there is so many ways to view the truth in the term: My way, as 'My' is so intertwined with all the influences that curate our sense of self, though in your two exquisite stanzas you have outlined the simple pride in owning the choices we make in life.
    No: not all of us need to adhere to society's tick boxes of assembly line - picket fenced - picture perfect family portraits: for our existence to be 'perfectly suited' to our unique wants and needs...
    sorry if I read too much into your writing and tarnished its meaning, a brilliant write!



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