Ignoble
One man’s treasure, one man’s trash;
saved for years, then sold for cash.
Though held once in high esteem,
tarnish overtook their gleam.
Dull they sit and patient wait,
helpless to control their fate.
Auctioned off, or harsher still,
land ignoble, in a fill.
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