I'd been invited to a ball. My gown was nice, but needed more. And so I gave a friend a call, Who lent a necklace which I wore. The diamonds sparkled in the light. I felt so special with them on. In joy, I danced away the night, Till I noticed the necklace gone. I couldn't find it anywhere. So, I bought one like it instead. The years of debt were hard to bear. One day I told my friend. She said, 'All your problems were such a waste, Because that necklace was just paste. By Ima Ryma








