There lay a button, 'neath the weather beaten tile
Lay in it's dust, shadowed crust, it had been there quite a while
Hopeless trust amongst the feet that scattered it abroad
It dodged and hid itself for keeps, in hopes 'twould not be trod
It kept itself a distant force, this button in the tile
I picked it up to change its pace and placed it in the pile
Of buttons in my sheltered home - 'twould be so happy there
But who was I to criticize or place it anywhere?
Perhaps it was quite happy in its home away from tacks
So I turned around and put it down
It was happy to be back
*moral: Don't always assume changing people's or things' surroundings are always what THEY desire.