Oh trash can, you don’t get as much as credit as you deserve.
You take on so much stress and hatred, like coal aspiring to be a diamond.
Oh trash can, no one ever calls you beautiful,
Even though you help the world with its sorrows.
Oh trash can, I want you to know that you mean something to me.
Without you, the world would be off-balanced, like a table without its fourth leg.
Oh trash can, you need to know that you are loved,
For you are simply a bud aspiring to be a flower.
Oh trash can, thank you.
Written by Emily Olson-Pearson, seen here with her poem displayed on a Vancouver trash can