The City's Treasures

Treasures in the city's gutters,
Are dulled by dirty rainwater,
That trickles the quiet night,
Into sucking storm drains.

Treasures in the city,
Present but forsaken,
Are becoming lackluster,
Are depreciating in value.

Treasures of the city,
Collect dust out of sight,
Because they couldn't be given away,
And the owners couldn't throw them away.

The treasures of the city,
Will be loved when lost,
Missed when needed,
Grudged when wanted.

The treasures of the city,
Should disappear before your faded eyes,
Into regions unknown,
To owners more worthy.