Ruby red, emerald green, saphire blue,
The glass bangles glittered,
And twinkled in the sunlight.
She gave them a second glance,
Fingered them longingly,
For what seemed an eternity.

Should she or should she not?

Later,
In the privacy of her room,
The glass bangles tinkled merrily,
As she slipped them on;
Too young to resist them,
Or,
To be a widow.