#2404-Certainty

At some points in life,

Hearts need patching up.

I recall those long-ago,

Bittersweet days,

As if it were yesterday.

I wonder if I too looked,

Broken and banged up.

Still I moved ahead,

Teary and patched up,

Without looking back.

I sometimes ponder,

What it would be like,

Had my father’s words,

Not echoed in my mind:

When a glass vase falls,

And develops cracks,

It can come undone,

At most any time.

Do you really want,

To live like that?