Love and Junk

How do you measure
What's junk and what's treasure?
Sometimes it's all
In the way you observe

Cause a bird makes a nest
Of the ribbons you've left
Out in the yard --
Sometimes it's just how you serve

And a heart that's neglected
By one, is respected
By another who decides
Love's a gift undeserved

Do you ever embrace
What someone else says is waste?
Well, beauty they say,
Is in the eye of the beholder

You might find you adore
Something in a thrift store
Though most people like new
Sometimes you prefer older

So don't let your love
For unwanted stuff
Make you feel lesser than --
A caring heart grows bolder