when she was ten, she had the most beautiful
collection of beads that ever existed
shapes and colors galore
people gave her more and more
so many in fact, they were stacked
on the special shelves above her bed and
on the sills of windows and
she was happy beyond compare
everyday, she filled a string or two
for a friend or not, she brought smiles
to the faces of all from her selfless gifts
after 20 years of this
the beads dwindled down
filling a jar here and there
as she got older, the demands
for more and more grew and
those people would get so upset
when they were met with a "NO!"
you see, they all seem to forget that eventually,
the beads run out when there's nothing
left to give
