When Glass Breaks
By Natalie •
We know when glass breaks,
It shatters before our eyes,
Into tiny pieces on the floor.
Usually.
Those pieces never stay for long,
Someone comes and cleans the mess up.
And whatever marks made are indented,
Unless you have carpet.
I could relate this to life,
In many ways I assure you.
Listing all my broken glasses.
Would it get me far?
Or I could leave it at that,
And keep a reader like yourself thinking.
Interpreting, relating to your own lives.
Enjoy.