Ankle Bracelets

When I was a teen, an ankle chain Was given by one ready To show the world that as a couple, They were “going steady.” It often came in gold, with hearts On which one could engrave The sweethearts’ names, a token meant To cherish and to save. I never had one then but now My ankle always sports A bracelet (never made of gold); I purchase varied sorts. A few are made of beads and one Boasts tiny chiming bells. I buy them for myself When opportunity compels. The only signal they give off, Unlike my teenage years, Is that the wearer (me!) enjoys The way each one appears.