You’ve probably heard life is precious
I was always told ‘I’m hard of hearing’
Thick skulled and hard-headed
Someone destined to learn the hard way
So when my head hit the hard uncompromising ground -
Why did it break?
You’ll bounce back they say
Do people always find such comfort in beliefs and old sayings?
Does anyone have a dustpan and brush?
I’ve made a mess in my mother’s house
Millions of sharp and jagged pieces scattered
I should sweep up - I wouldn’t want anyone to stand on them
Have you ever had piece of glass in your foot?
A small niggling pain - but enough for you to notice
It could get infected if you leave it
Could I be so stupid to have dropped something so precious?
Why did they tell me I was hard headed?
What will I say happened?
My mother is going to kill me
Maybe I should kill myself?
She won’t notice if I glue it back together
Have you ever tried to glue something back together?
You can sweep up all the little bits
But I guess you’ll always be missing a few
Are they lost?
Or did I just give up looking?