One Man's Treasure...

The garbage men were out in droves,
Their curbside offers, waiting.
The scavengers had made their rounds,
For cans that need rebating.

But sometimes there, among the bags,
There’s some discarded pearl
Just hoping to be claimed before
The trash men’s final hurl.

Today I saw some cheerful pillows,
Slightly out of date,
No one around to rescue them
From their intended fate.

Their bright bold colors should have been
Enough to gain attention.
A passerby could easily
Have done an intervention.

Alas, it was not meant to be;
Those pillows hit the dust.
I guess they had outlived their use,
As we know all things must.