Start Again Poem by James Walter Orr

Sometimes something breaks and we pick up the pieces;
at least we pick up all the pieces we find.
We work and we struggle to put it together
but see we've left some part important behind.

Our life can be chained to the search for that something,
until one day finds us all withered and gray,
and the coin of our life has been wasted and squandered
as we search the past to apply it today.

When we break our life, and a piece turns up missing,
invest not the future to search for that part.
Let's plant a new acorn, and start it to growing,
and let it replace empty space in our heart.