Some heartbreak is balmy
if it comes in the morning of life
an eye-opener it is to the wise
but raw bitter-leaf
to the the palate of the simple
that become pals with sulking
whining and weeping
acquaintances with seclusion
regret and anger as though
the world has stopped breathing
A common gift it is to man
to receive with calm
and thanksgiving
a tasty dessert for love
garnished with the cream of callousness
but how often we tend to forget
that love warehouse hardly holds
goods in common demand
In brokenness would a new explorable
route emerge that may to another heartache
lead but it's good if it were
yet the afternoon of life
for it is another experience gained
The soul that avoids heartbreak
shall willy-nilly be shattered
like a bombed windshield
if heartbreak pays a late night
visit to dump its malfeasance mess.
(C) Chris Jibero.2003.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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