I’m a button, white with some red blotches on my side,

I have four holes to pass a string into them; holes I always try to hide,

I live on a black shirt in a shop; the shop’s name is unknown to me,

I guess it’s because I’m deaf and made of plastic, and I certainly cannot see.

Well, how can a button’s life be interesting; I’m just an ordinary button after all,

I just wait on my lonely black shirt, in this shop in that mall,

Not until that kid bought me, and decided to wear me for school,

He decided that the shirt was nice, and the red blotches on my side made it more cool.

I was very excited to attend school with the kid; all the new things I’d learn!

But as the kid was walking to school, I fell down on my back, making my whole body burn,

How could such a new shirt get damaged this quickly? The kid wondered in his mind,

But instead of picking me up, he forgot about me, leaving me exposed; leaving me behind,

A strong wind blew, blowing my fragile body to a tailor shop, owned by an old kind lad,

He spotted me, picked me, thought I was a cute button for his shop, maybe the best he ever had,

He got me inside, putting me in a crate, full of similar buttons like me, looking very much the same,

They all seemed to look at me, wondering who  I was; a new button that just came.

Before I could look around with my senseless self, I was picked by the old lad once more,

He sewed me to a blue shirt using a string, another button next to me; then we left together the store,

“This shirt will do well for my shop,” said the old lady that had just purchased me from the tailor

She hanged me on a hanger in her own shop in a mall, but I now had someone to keep me company.

I would no longer be bored, even if I’m stuck in this old shop, I realized, looking at my button friend,

So I guess that my life as a lonely button has come to an end,

I now live with another button, we cant communicate, but its still exciting for the fact that he’s there,

So much I wanted to tell him, but I cant, so much I want to share.