A Bad Decision

I am a staircase grand;

With people walking over me;

They’re eager to see;

My good friend.

I was of bad quality;

Unwilling to bear pain,

Hard working doesn’t meant anything to me;

So I’ve left; finally, in pain.

People thirst to see his sigh;

It is in a temple high up in the sky,

With I being only the place of their kicks;

And that of old, resting sicks.

It’s the story of many years past;

A man came for our wear and tear;

While he’d accepted; I rejected,

Because of my fear.

He has now turned to a sculpture vast;

Of whose memory shall last;

To many hundred years;

It ought to have what it bears.