Trash Can

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