Old Bracelet

There was an old bracelet,
Lying around my room,
Waiting to be worn out,
Will it have to wait soon?

I wished that one day I'll grow attached to it,
Never wanting to let it go,
Hopefully my new stuff will bore me,
Then the bracelets shining light will be lit.

After five days of hugging my wrist,
I decided to again part with my gold,
Lying around once more,
It cries every night not wanting to be sold.

Two months have past,
Time for a clean up,
I rummaged through boxes,
To find something glinting near my pottery cup.

"Oh wow! What a beautiful thing!"
I gasped as I found a familiar pattern,
Cupping it in my hands,
All those lovely days came back like flowing satin.

The little bracelet sighed with joy,
Knowing its happy days to come,
"I will be famous!" It cried,
Hoping that it's owner will be a mum.

After years of being worn,
It's time had finally ended,
Passed on to little Jane,
The bracelet's heart was once again mended...