Broken Vase Poem by Sandra Feldman

Omnipresent, Misfortune
Our responsibility?
Destiny, or beyond,
What can we do?
How often it seems,
Life is like a broken vase
We try to put the pieces
Together,
But they really never fit
Nor will they again,
Bring us any pleasure
For once you know the truth,
Your eyes are open,
To the world's whirlwinds
And displeasures,
Abuses and hard measures
It's even more difficult
To keep a steady footing,
Lost in the burning sands
Of Life's deserts.