Broken Glasses Poem by Hafeni Nghidinua

Leon Murray once needed a blanket
He was cold and winter held him hostage
On the horizon stood a blanket so warm and tight
It gave him no embrace, but deceived him with a smile

Round and round the merry-go-round
On and on it played its games
Leon chased it for long over a mile
Grew so tired after a while
Angry and deuced, he could run no longer
The world is cold, he'd let his heart freeze over

We never wanted to play these games
We looked at the menu then ordered the plate
We never wanted to run this silly race
But now it's over we can walk away
But not without this anguishing shame

Billy Ray asked Miss. Johns for some honey
She warned it would mess with his tummy
Lust is blinding thing, he barley listened
Not long after the there was a war in his belly
Too much of a good thing becomes a curse eventually
The best lessons in life are learnt in the hardest way

All we wanted was a bit of a warning
And if not some flowers for the mourning
We cut our thumbs and we couldn't count the damage
We looked around but we couldn't find a bandage
Class is in session, the lesson is painful
The watcher unmoved, the teacher unapologetic

Susan Green was allergic to flowers
Smelt a couple then waited an hour
Soon the swelling consumed her face
She never quiet after looked the same

Mistakes will always be made in life
A slip of the hand and the glasses break
Once bitten and be twice as shy
You will move on and