Level crossing

We break and broken we make do by
muddling through and we mend.

Only the cracks to remind us
we are not as strong as we think.

I am kissed by patina
when age should have been a
bystander.

if I break again
I’ll take again
the fix.

more cracks to look back on,
look in on
how wrong could that be?

and so if I break on the break how
much more can I take and can anything
make me brand new?

you know the old story,
you told me
don’t bore me
repeating it
over and over
again.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.