A man once set his house on fire
Burning everything, his greatest desire;
The doors, floors, and every chair
But one small item was left hanging there.
Upon a small hook on one wall
A single object, his only downfall;
Sparkling, shining, perfectly fine,
Resisting to burn, and he counted nine:
One's for Interest, Two's for Chance,
Three's for Persistence, and Four's for a Dance,
Five's for the Smiles, Six's for the Years,
Seven's an Apology, and Eight's for the Tears.
The man sits and begins to cry
The Ninth charm was for Leaving, and her Lie.
His best friend, girlfriend, wife now gone
The bracelet hung, and he never moved on.
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