Sugarcoat Of Many Colors

Are we not but candy selves

Both scattered and assorted;

With some left lying on the shelves

Whom time has not afforded?

With gleeful eyes the children pour

Gone as quickly as they'd entered

We wear our wrappers 'til they've worn

Until our intrinsic flavor fades, decentered

Are we not but loyal twelves

In tatters and contorted;

With some left dying on the shelves

Whom a master has not rewarded?