Junk

under the bed, up on a shelf
hung on a nail, thrown in a pail

stacked in a box, stuffed in a can
packed in a drawer, stood in a corner

everything ends up somewhere
temporary residence or a permanent home
 with others of its kind, or by itself all alone

junk and treasures and useful stuff
that won't be used , maybe won't  be moved
until it's finally thrown away in a flurry
of life changing declutterification

or else,  given to someone who can be conned
into assuming ownership of  the item

that person can then either make good use their new stuff
or more likely relegate it to a new place of  keeping
where it will plague the new owner with,
at first, dreams of clever utilization,

and later , with regrets and self-recriminations
for the time wasted as the stuff of past aquisitions
is re-located ,re-organized ,  re-piled, 
and is eventually re-classified as   junk once again

And then it is given away or sold, or donated, 
or otherwise gotten rid of 
cycling out of its dusty corner into someone elses' life

or  maybe finally  making it to the crusher where
the recycling process can prepare it for re-utilization
as a whole new component of manufacture

something that someone somewhere
wants or needs or can't live without