A clay jar carelessly put on a ledge
So now who cleans up the splinters?
Copyright©2012 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
Will often times fall and break
Gentle winds welcomed by most
May breeze it and ease it of the post
And when it breaks the ledge stands by
Motionless only to question why
Not knowing how to explain what he saw
The jars travesty he but ignores
A clay jar carelessly put on a ledge
Will often times shake and break
And when it does, oh so small a crash
Sleeping neighbours, will awake
Some to worry, some to hate
Some to slander and misconstrue
But how can the ledge explain
That he just did not know what to do
So now who cleans up the splinters?
Copyright©2012 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
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