Poetry

Thursday, 6 November 2025

Broken down

 It's all broken down

It's all breaking down

From my toes to my crown

I'm all broken down


From my face to my eyes

I'm breaking like ice

Oh it's all broken down

What a surprise!


Cry baby, cry !

But don't break the china doll

Breaking, broke, all broken

Just mind you've not broken the mould


Pull all the pieces together

The debris of a crumbling tower

And build up Babylon brick by brick

feather by falling feather


Collect up the seeds that were scattered

Draw tight the strings of the purse

Close up the wound that was open

It's not yet time to call the nurse


All these things that were broken

Mend them and bring to repair

The shattered mirrors as a token

Of a lifetime of visual despair


But nothing that is gone is truly forgotten

Always its embers still glow in the air

No matter how lowly the ashes

From its cinders can grow a new care


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