"The Dump" Inspired by The Rent Collector:

The Dump

You saw me in the dump

and assumed I was useless

because someone else threw me away.

My hands may not be strong,

I may be right less often than I’m wrong,

but there is still hope for me.

The sun still rises in the dump

to illuminate my colors.

Someone else took notice

and brought me into their home.

I still don’t have much to give right now,

but they’re willing to see what I have to offer

and be patient for the day

when I’ll be whole again.

There is beauty in the dump,

and there is beauty in me.