I was beautiful once.
Long ago my creator made me; he spent time to make me into exactly how I was meant to be. My edges were smoothed; my face took shape and I became a beautiful masterpiece made from loving hands. I came to belong to a man who loved me upon first sight. He wrapped me up and brought me home. I sat in the garden for all to see. He was so proud; he would polish me and show me to everyone that came to visit, but soon he grew tired of me. I was no longer the center of his attention and he found other things to admire and spend time with. I stood tall and proud through all types of weather. In the summer months, the hot blazing sun would burn upon my face and snow covered me during the cold winter months. Winds blew upon me, but I did not move. Rains pounded against me, yet I did not falter. I began to lose pieces of myself as the change in weather tore my outer shell apart; I became aged looking, but I was strong inside. I still stand tall in the garden while pieces of me litter the ground and I can hear the people say - She was beautiful once.