A GLASS OF WATER

I went to fill my glass

With water

(In a moment of a sigh)

 

the glass

slips out of my hand

(and hits and floor)

 

broken glass

is everywhere

(on the linoleum floor)

 

I stoop over to pick up

The broken pieces

As a tear falls from my eye

 

Why is picking up the pieces

 

Always so hard

 

To do

 

And my tears are no different

From the spilled water on the floor

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