I am an old pair of scissors
After decades of loyal service
A little dull but willing
I submit to the sharpener's wheel
Keen and polished
Renewed and ready to go to work again
I shine with fresh edges of steel
The Craftsman, in an earnest effort
To improve my ability to cut
Like a tailor likes it
Right to the very tip
To make me perfect
Tries to bend me
Just a tiny little bit
Snap!
I am an old pair of scissors
Irreparably broken
By good intentions
Please forgive me
As I leave you this
Sometimes perfect
Is just too much
When sharpening scissors
Or trying to love
Or perfecting a perfect kiss
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" Sometimes perfect is just too much " and in life it always causes more pain and loss. Interesting poem on the use of personification with a pair of scissors as the main character. A lot of lessons learned.
Thank you for playing on this field. This poem is inspired by a real incident with a pair of vintage scissors.