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.
