In the corners

In the corners are gathered dust,
Things forgotten from play,
Treasures of why might be found.

In the corners is the drop of a tear,
Hanging, ready to fall, making us
Pay attention to those who grieve.

In the corner are things forgotten,
Waiting to be removed, tossed out,
Trash or treasure, we must find.

In the corner stand the lost, the sick,
The hungry, those we need to find,
If only we'd look in the corner.