Waste Not, Want Not
My mother-in-law lived
into her eighties,
primarily by walking sixteen
blocks each day.
From the depression era,
she never threw anything
usable away.
Walking by the
neighborhood dumpsters,
she’d spy perfectly good
items, shamefully wasted.
She began the habit of
taking along a plastic bag,
dumpster diving, as her
sons called it.
With her stocking cap, old
clothes and bag,
she looked like a homeless
person.
In reality, she had a nice
home and savings.
She’d stash her treasures
in the basement.
After she passed, her boys
hauled off truckloads
to the dump, truly and
finally, trashing them.
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