Treasure or Trash?

To many, poems are like little nuggets of gold,

little mysteries that are exhibited and told.

To many, poems are like the smell of refreshing flowers,

the closer one looks, the stronger its powers.

To many, a poem is like the taste of steaming coffee,

and it leaves them feeling very lofty.

To many, poems may not mean a darn thing,

and out the window they'd prefer, to them, fling.

To many, they may just not care to understand,

or maybe, poetry, they would like to ban.

To many, this sort of thing serves them no purpose or aim,

but to others it is a pleasurable game.

To many, poetry is just a mystic wind,

but to others, it is the treasure that causes their heart to bend.