Repository For The Broken (Poetry)

Here’s those things you meant to mend
but never got to do
you never had the time, you said
forgot to buy the glue

The drawer is full of broken things —
the stuff that fell apart —
the chipped, the cracked or handle-snapped
or useless from the start

The same is true of people, too —
there’s some who need repairs
but few (if any) do get fixed
and nobody much cares

So out of sight and out of mind
the damaged wait in vain
for kindness — like a spot of glue
to make them whole again