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BROKEN THINGS

 

 

 

 

 

By Ken Blue

A vase fell from the shelf.
It broke in two.
We restored it,
With some old super glue.

It never looked the same,
Like ‘twas brand-new.
Cracks were still seen,
In spite of super glue.

And then I thought of man.
He’s fallen too.
Fixin’s futile,
With manmade super glue.

Everyone is broken,
Proofs in full view.
We need craftsmen,
Without old super glue

The Potter melts us down,
His work to do.
Molding vessels,
For angelic review.

The process isn’t finished,
With me or you.
It’ll be perfect,
When the Potter’s all through.

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