Broken

Objects break, and that’s a fact.
Glasses shatter, cups get cracked.
Plates get chipped and pans get dented;
Damages can’t be cemented.

Something smashed to smithereens
Makes a mess for one who cleans.
The breaker feels remorse and shame,
Especially when named for blame.

Yet many things can be replaced,
The image of the first erased.
So there’s no cause to be upset
‘Cause agita is all you’ll get.

Let it go – just clean the pieces.
Count to ten, ‘til anger ceases.
Any object’s just a token;
Just be glad your heart’s not broken.