They say, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.”
What brings you pain might bring me pleasure.
I’m at a garage sale, got nothing to lose.
Except my mind, to the garage sale blues.
My head is spinning from all this stuff.
Lord knows they’ve got piles enough.
I ask myself “is this something I’ll use?”
”Yes. No.” Now I’m more confused.
I see stacks of dishes and Tupperware.
Now how much do they think I care?
Used LPs and CDs for a dime
The whole dang thing just blows my mind.
Overwhelmed by knives, and forks, and spoons.
I stand here numb, staring at balloons.
Hockey equipment, toys, dresses, and socks,
Stacks of books teetering high in a box.
Walking around here has put me in a funk.
I’ve got problems enough, without your junk.
So, it’s back to easy shopping, sitting at my house.
I’ll fill my cart with the click of a mouse.
Yeah, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.
What brings you pain might bring me pleasure.
I went to a garage sale with nothing to lose
But I lost my mind to the garage sale blues.
— Diane Carr
Anchorage
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