Some things break

When “I’m sorry”

Is later than never

And still nothing’s better

When “leave me alone!”

Is obliged

When the damage done

leaves you Humpty Dumpty

When the door once open wide

Denies you entry inside

and you have sat long enough on the stoop

And stooped low enough to grovel

And meat becomes gravel

because nothing quite satiates your needs

any more

It is time to think like an egg

And realize some things break

And omelettes have their place.

(c) Apr 3 2010 L. Ashwood

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