hand touching glass

Poem

Are we ever really sure… by MwsR

Sometimes things are too much
Too much for us to handle.

Sometimes we are like a clasp on a shoe
Easy to work but with not much forethought.

Sometimes we can fail to work
To serve our purpose.

When clasps don’t work any longer we replace them with another one.
Clasps serve one purpose, they are to hold things together,
To keep things from separating.

Sometimes we lose 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 have taken of it!

All rights reserved. MwsR 2018-2021

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Mws R

"If you are going to write, write from the heart." MwsR "Life has not been the easiest, but it could certainly have been worse!" MwsR Life is about doing all you can to help others. Don't go chasing rainbows, make your own pot of gold. Love, Hope, Faith, the greatest of these is Love!

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