Dear ProCrasstheNationeers,
In the spirit of April being National Poetry Month, I’d like to ask you to take a moment to view a poem created by my friend, Stephen M. Wall. I’ve enjoyed this piece, and hope that you enjoy it too. Please feel free to leave any feedback in my comments, or click the like button. Let’s show Stephen, some poem love.

“The Bins”-by Stephen M. Wall
The bins at goodwill
Chaos and confusion
Are there winners and
losers?
Or is it just an illusion?
People line up, single file
To see if gold is in the pile
Don’t touch till they say so
If you do you could get the
heave ho
They’re very serious here at
the bins
There are rules you must
follow
Or nobody wins
Throwing and grabbing
Snatching and tossed
Finding the treasure that
someday lost
Making your money at
hardly a cost
You get into line gloves on
your hands
A broken glass can ruin
your plans
To stay there for hours
making new friends
Seven comes fast
everything ends
You come back next day
At seven AM
Chaos and confusion
Starting again