“Someone’s trash is someone else’s gold or at least a heap of rusted metal dumped on the yard“ Gun Roswell
The trash having long been stashed in the cupboards, the closets and the old garage
All of them boxes filled with supposed glittering gold, some day to the highest bidder to be sold
And what now?
Well, guess it has becomes simple the trash of old and on its way to be hauled
To the dumpsite, the recycling centre where all these things eventually belong
They can all be reused, recycled, used for another purpose than the old
And isn’t that just great, having a new use, a brand new fate?