There was once a boy, and a girl,
Who best friends were, for most of their lives.
It was Christmas time, he thought it through,
And asked for her hand, to be his wife.
With a negative nod, embarrassment on her face,
She ran and ran, until him she couldn't see.
He stood there, with broken hopes of her,
And moved on, a successful man to be.
The moral of the story, make your own happy,
For this cruel world, selfishly goes by.
Take the broken pieces, build a staircase,
For on your own, you can touch the sky.