Are you Hector the Collector?

From Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

Hector the Collector collected bits of string, collected dolls with broken heads
and rusty bells that would not ring.
Pieces out of picture puzzles, bent-up nails and ice cream sticks
Twists of wires, worn-out tires, paper bags and broken bricks.
Old chipped vases, half shoelaces, gatlin’ guns that wouldn’t shoot,
Leaky boats that wouldn’t float and stopped-up horns that wouldn’t toot.
Butter knives that had no handles, copper keys that fit no locks,
Rings that were too small for fingers, dried-up leaves and patched-up socks.

Worn-out belts that had no buckles, ’lectric trains that had no tacks,
Airplane models, broken bottles, three-legged chairs and cups with cracks.
Hector the Collector Loved these things with all his soul-
Loved them more than shining diamonds, loved them more than glistenin’ gold.
Hector called to all the people, “Come and share my treasure trunk!”
And all the silly sightless people came and looked… and called it junk.