Broken Glass


Delicate is that fancy cell phone held,

that sharp bottle sits, that youthful face drives. 

So quickly, like the years of childhood, do 

signs pass the road blurs on into the night.


Darkness eclipses the distracted teen

Looming as an evident sign to come

How much warning must it take to change this?

How many more must die before we learn?


Adults always warn about Broken Glass.

What a silly thing, the final worry

The last thought had before the big impact

But really how much glass does break – must break


For that phone to be put far to the side

Or that glass to not make it for the ride



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