If It Is Given Again Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Left to mend pieces of a broken heart.
As if that had been my expertise.
And today to mend as an experience done,
I seem more prepared than I ever was for love.
At least I know to keep interested when I have it,
To realize if it is again given...
It will still be mine to have to keep,
Whether or not my heart is in pieces.

'I can not understand why you stay so happy.'

I have learned to keep with me super glue.
And...
ALMOST as treasured as my monthly bus pass.

'You've got jokes, huh? '

Jokes?
What do you carry in your survival kit?