Thoughts in a poem


Are we ever really sure… 

Sometimes things are too much

Too much for us to handle.

Sometimes we are like a clasp on a sandal

Easy to work but with not much fore thought.

Sometimes we can fail to work

To serve our purpose. 

When clasps don’t work any longer we replace it with another one.

Clasps serve one purpose ,they are to hold things together,

To keep things from separating. 

Sometimes we loose the intended purpose.

Too often we just see this one thing…

When there are many more all around us.

If we were meant to only have one clasp,  or better yet given one clasp to last…

What care we would had  taken of it!

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