What Some People Throw Away

An old piece of rope held up his pants

As I backed up he threw up his hands

So, I got out and closed the door

And asked him what he stopped me for

He reached down and picked up a burlap bag

There at the city dump he showed me all he had

A blanket for the colder nights

An old King James and a pocket knife

A worn out watch and a lucky rabbits foot

A picture in a broken frame

He said, “I wish I knew her name”

As he gently brushed his hand across her face

“What some people throw away”

I turned to hide my tear-filled eyes

Then shook his hand and said goodbye

To me it was just a second load

But he held it like a bag of gold

I was too ashamed to tell him at the time

Everything he was holding was mine

A blanket for the colder nights

An old King James and a pocket knife

A worn out watch and a lucky rabbits foot

A picture in a broken frame

He’ll never know I knew her name

What I’d give to put that smile back on her face

“What some people throw away”

A picture in a broken frame

He’ll never know I knew her name

What I’d give to put that smile back on her face

“What some people throw away”

Oh, it broke my heart to hear that old man say

What some people throw away