The Unshattered Pieces Of That Broken Heart As Of Late. Poem by Michael Gale

It's time to sweep up all the small broken pieces of that broken heart...
For it may now be time to move on and ignor the pain and heartache brought on by
others from us that take up and depart.

Pain of the heart may be sudden and sorrow...
Those that hate in the end may be times of wasted haste b'for the morrow.

Is there a band-aide that we might apply to that aching piece? ...
I think that it's best to create a forgotten stage on which to climb fastly
so that in the end we might find a new beginning for inner peace.

Anguish and heart felt sorrow can at times seem a hard habit to break...
Just forget and move on to another, so that there is no longer a heartache mistake.

Happiness of heart will eventually fly fast and high like a furied fast moving eagle
flying toward's a most heartly freedomed bell to be rung...
That last final ladder of pained heart can be stepped hand over hand in unisoned
climb to a most welcomed mounted obsticled passed by a much well placed footed to rung.