Treasure

Treasure

Worthless and worn

Like a discarded trinket

Just lying in the corner

No use to anyone

Joints ache all the time

Making noises as you work

Like an old rusty banger

Heading for the scrapyard

Old, used, down and out

No good for anything

We all feel like this sometimes

When we are lonely and tired

But that’s not the truth

We are all treasures

We have a worth and a purpose

We are all precious gems

So, next time you are low

And feeling like an antique

Just look in the mirror

At the diamond you are

Jo Anne Kennedy

September 2017