Ornament

I used to be the first ornament 

That you’d want to put on the tree

Unlike mass produced boxed hair dye 

You’ll only find one of me

Through the years

I’ve lost some luster and shine

Have gotten some nicks on the glass 

Of this bauble so divine

Then there was the year

Figaro knocked the whole tree down

The cat had a great time

But it’s no fun being tossed to the ground

Soon I’ll be considered vintage

A rarity you don’t see too much

When I’m found at the thrift store

I’ll be too unique to pass by untouched