For What It's Worth

There are many things, that I own
Which accumulates over the year
During spring clean, some are thrown
And made to disappear

To the tip they will go
As to sell, no-one would pay
Nor is there anyone that I know
To even give them away

Because no-one wants recycled trash
Who am I to kid
Although once worth decent cash
But now, wouldn't get one bid

It was then during work lunch break
In the park where I would find
I quickly realised my mistake
And had a sudden change of mind

Because while eating in this retreat
I made sure to leave it clean
Where I sat on the bench seat
To keep it all pristine

Although just before I would leave
Something that caught my eye
Had me rethink how I perceive
And easily rectify

A line of ants which would form
Right beside my own two feet
And for my crumbs, they'd all swarm
As for them, this is a treat

So I moved those items on my lawn
With a big sign which said FREE
By next morning, they had gone
Something I could not foresee

And I was, amazed to find
As value is hard to measure
Because what is trash, in my mind
Is someone else's treasure