on the pavement

OK. I haven't a clue why on earth i am exhibiting this to you. But here it is. Tis a poem i wrote.
yes, i realise it sucks. You may not say it, but you are not wearing alfoil around your head, so i can see the thoughts swimming in your mind.

On the Pavement

Diamonds litter the pavement;
A dazzling panoply of sunlight reflections.
The drifter reaches out-
Their glint sears the back of his eyes.
Jagged edge tastes blood-
Pain brings cruel reality.
Priceless riches become glass shards-
Last night’s sweet oblivion bringer;
A broken beer bottle.
His life’s red river trickles in his grasp;
It feels warm, comforting- real;
A burning consolation.
The man scoops up these tell-tale fragments
Places them tenderly in his pocket-
Because although they hold not power,
Nor grandeur,
Nor the world’s eyes:
They are still beautiful.
It’s just nobody but him
Sees it that way.