The Product Of Fragility Poem by Not Long Left

Wandering down a street of a thousand
previous wanders everything seems so

different now. With a ringless finger the
smiling milkman secretly mocks your

failings. Old Bill the resident tramp was
nothing but a distant distraction, but now

when all is lost, association severs the
chords and drops the heart. 'your work

will only satisfy you' said she. Somewhere
in big yellow box your words fail to show

her that she was wrong. And as you
kick out at your hand- me- down table

You see the child smile as you wipe
the custard from his innocent unkowing face.