October 4, 2022 Tom Atkins Poem: Nothing Wasted Nothing Wasted In the Shaker farm, the gravestone is polished granite, A single word misspelled, ruined, but used again, as an ironing board, of all things. Nothing wasted. Not even mistakes. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading...
A good thing too!