As we walk along the pathway of life

There are times when we forget strife

As we look down to the ground to see

Sometimes, good fortune, which can be



Gloves, hats, scarves, even a shoe

Lie around, waiting for us to move

Them into more appropriate places

Trash cans, or - if we can find laces



Perhaps it would make sense to recycle

These things which may have might yet 

For anything which is still in one piece

Can be used again if we value the lease



So do consider carefully before next discard

Whether it will wind up in somebody's yard

And if you suspect there is some use left

Then keep it yourself, for you have it there.



- Tristram