The Broken Table by Cleve Gardner 

The Broken Table 

by Cleve Gardner 

I’m feeling like a Broken Table 

That will not stand again.

A crystal chalice shattered,

Blank paper without a pen.

Hours pass like days now,

cooped up without my kin.

I’m feeling like a broken table

 That will not stand again

Money lost and dwindled

my life doesn’t talk to me

Parents deep and settled

Four sisters cut down to three

I have not read the books

 yet

now my eyes,

are going bad.

I’m feeling so hopelessly broken

Frustrated and spitting mad.

When you finally get to be my age

you see all the time you’ve lost

youthful dreams left unfulfilled,

The relationships you’ve tossed.

I wish it hadn’t gone this way 

But everything finds its end.

I’m feeling like a broken table

That will not stand again.