I am none other than a sparkler burnt,

To which, those people praise for colors bright,

Emitted when it burns with it's life spent,

That form a shiny show in shady night.

But when my vigor gone and burning stops,

The ones who praised, away me worthless throw;

And another in place of mine, just pops!

To face the same fate, to make them all wow.

Those praises I got when I used to shine,

Though I no longer shine, I want them back.

But all my cravings and long thirst of mine

Could not make me burn; my fuel I do lack.

So enjoy all those colors while I burn.

God made me this way, to die for your fun.