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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