The Stories of the Forgotten

It sits on the shelf, duty and timeworn,
Yet its jewels still glitter, they still seem rather fine,
Its metal has withered and the colour is gone,
Glimmer, shimmer and shine.

What was its history? I ponder about,
It must have a story other than mine,
Maybe it was a queen’s, a peasant’s, or a pirate’s!
Glimmer, shimmer and shine.

I love its understated beauty,
I love its mysterious, untold storyline,
I love its aged, unwanted remains,
Glimmer, shimmer and shine.

Nobody can put a price on my ring,
It holds too many secrets, without a sign,
Of where it has been and why it came to me,
Glimmer, shimmer and shine.
Glimmer, shimmer and shine.