A pretty ring that I wear all day

is now getting a little rotten

It use it less, I keep it on my desk

and stare at it as if it is forgotten

One day when I was out

I saw the same ring, new and fun

I readily bought it, happy I was

till I came back and saw the old one

I could not decide which one to wear

the old one is awful, but new is same as old

I wanted the old one to become like new

I loved it but perhaps not cared enough

Only if it was easy to look at the old one everyday

I chose to throw it out of the window suddenly

But strangely, thats the only thing I remember now