BROKEN BOTTLES

Broken bottles

Shattered glass, a mournful sight, Once filled with joy, now lost in night. A symbol of what once has been, A fragile vessel, now broken and keen. Fragments scattered, scattered wide, A jagged mess, where hope once died. A reminder of times gone by, Of laughter, tears, and dreams that fly. Yet in the broken, beauty can be found, A mosaic of pieces, scattered around. A testament to life's fragility, A fragile thing, so easily. So let us cherish what we have, Before it's lost, beyond the grave. And let us learn from broken glass, To hold things dear, that will not pass.