What This Year Feels Like So Far. Poem by Simon Lawson

If it ain't broke, don't fix it

I want to break into a million shards of glass
Everyone sees the splinters
they see the chips and scuffs on this old glass
but they don't care
As long as they can drink from it
as long as they can fill it with water
and quench their thirst

Until of course,
they take a sip
and that DAMNED GLASS breaks in their hands.

Because if it ain't broke
don't need to fix it

But if it's breaking,
then what?