Pretty Little Glass

So fragile and so delicate sparkling in the sun this crystal glass with glistening rainbows, left here now are none... Broken bits with tiny pieces lying on the floor my shiny crystal glass, no rainbows like before... Sometimes our lives are shattered like the crystal glass I had, but knowing life as we do the good outweighs the bad So I swept up all the pieces and forgot about the past and with that too I tossed out my pretty piece of glass