Sunday, May 27, 2012

Pieces Awry - May 27th, 2012 - by MrM


A man it seemed time had embodied, 

(or maybe he embodied time) 

shuffling slowly betwixt things 

he tinkered and fixed things 

broken, in pieces awry. 


He may have been, (just a bit) like them

understanding perfection's a dream.

He too may have been broken,

(yet gentle, soft-spoken);

quiet work was his daily routine.


So with patience he gave a small portion.

That may have been all he could give.

He gave for a while, 

With a humble old smile

that helped others, in small ways, to live.


And when time for giving was over,

That man that we knew just disappeared.

Leaving memories behind

he surrendered to time

that small portion he'd been given here.


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