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.