Vase
Vase on a shelf
Never deigned to be exquisite
But there
Then it fell
Knocked ‘gainst walls
‘Twas exposed to world
Until it showed cracks
Faded luster
More cracks
So it was left
Left on the shelf
To gather dust
Growing old in its broken solitude
Copyright SGW 2011
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2 comments:
Wow. Well, I was pretty moved by that. Truly that's a metaphor for so many people, if not all of us.
Thank you.
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