And so my story begins,
In the south country,
Switching pockets at the wink of an eye,
In my youth,
I found the respect of man,
For his greatest desires I could buy.
He treated me well,
In pride he would tell,
The tale of how he strived to earn me
But then came greed,
That made his sense bleed,
And he sold me to a merchant over a cup of tea.
The rich merchant,
The agent of greed,
He tossed me into his sparkling vault
But then he sold me,
A bribe! A disgrace!
I was used to shelter, his great fault!
As time took its toll,
On my reputation,
I saw my status swoop down like an eagle
But then there were moments,
When I would still find,
The hands of men who were rich and regal
Then came a day,
When I found the hands,
Of a curious young boy on the threshold of manhood,
His desires he embraced,
In blinding haste,
With me by his side forgetting the lessons of childhood
Then the young lady,
Driven by emotions,
Standing on the thin rope of doubt
She wasted my value,
On material desire,
And in her satin gown, she hopelessly roamed about
One blissful morning,
I found the fingers,
Of a famous man, rich but humble
He won my respect,
For his humility,
And when he used me, his character did not stumble.
One cold night,
A pretty young girl,
Dropped me in the hands of a distraught beggar
It was this deed
That I truly cherished,
A twinkle of hope, after most had withered
The old is forgotten,
The new has begun,
Man has lost his love for me.
My value is smaller,
His desires are greater,
No longer can I bring him that joyous glee.
The deeds I had done,
The hearts I had won,
When I roamed the country in my prime!
The memories have passed,
My value is lost,
Somewhere in the foggy ruins of time!
Screamjack
