Wanderings

It's been said that that the worth of souls is great...
But if as the wind passes,
As the sun crosses the horizon,
As the days turn to weeks...

But if that goes on,
And you take no care of your own?
Or value yours less than the dust?

Then where is the worth if you don't see?
The worth of something intrinsic...

But if not valued,
If not looked after,
Then where is the worth?

Where is the shine and the pride of something looked after?
When all there is are tears?
When it is considered as rubbish,
Then all you see, regardless the value others hold,
is rubbish.

Then how can the worth of rubbish augment?