Worth a lot--
Yellow, Shiny, Metallic,
Gold.
Yet no one wants me,
Left over,
Saved,
But no longer necessary to keep.
Yes,
Worth more than what
Is esteemed to be,
But not useful.
Wanted,
But not for what I am.
They want a change,
They no longer want me.
So I wait,
Just to be thrown
Into their fiery furnace again,
To be burned.
But what am I?

Gold.