Sweets

there was a sweet it was a hard-boiled sweet
the shopkeeper wrapped it up
in a nice plastic colourful wrapper
the shopkeeper put the sweet on display
a child passed by and wanted the colours
the colourful wrapper was all she could think about
night and day the colourful wrapper
nobody bought the sweet and it grew bitter
moss grew around it and it turned sour
the plastic wrapper clung, shrivelling wilting into the sweet
the colour fades off...
the girl became a lady and that lady passed by that same shop
she remembered the sweet she wanted so much
the shop was abandoned, no one inside
a sign at the door stated it was for sale
in the midst of the thick dust in the display stand
she spotted a lightly colured plastic
she saw the same streaks and patterns she dreamt about
smashing the glass with a pebble
the lady retrieved the sweet
once proud and once shiny....now almost dead
but the lady took the sweet and kept it within a dainty pouch
in rememberance of her life.