Shattered Glass

I will always endure great sadness in my life
as everyone leaves, as everyone leaves
from the shores of my own institution
what I gather from the sandy beaches
are fragments of shells of what once was
put them together but they never are whole
bits of bodies from scattered lives
a mosaic of broken pieces struggling to make one
a patch work quilt tells an epic story
but the stitches never bridge the gaps
fuse not the shores of these continents
so I morn the passing ships that anchor for a day
sell their wares and fade into the sunset
another shattered glass reflecting on the ground
pick it up and keep on walking
in search of arms that do not erode