Mr. Presto. Make the world new.
Feel another chop and then you are through.
That is the best thing about being you.
No one is disappointed that you never grew.
Place your water on the shelf.
Jar cracks. Doubting itself.
Fissures working through the glass.
Hoping against hope that it will just pass.
Probably beyond repair.
Definitely beyond despair.
Should have adopted the future.
But no one cared about the suture.
Cannot apologize about the past.
It never said anything would last.
Lets just remember that things can be broken.
And the worst word is the one never spoken.
I enjoyed my time.
But most importantly I enjoyed you.
I hope I helped. That is all I wanted to do.