A broken vase, scattered pieces across the floor
Strewn around, a painful reminder of something
That was once beautiful and valuable
Now just a meaningless mess of glass
On the mantel piece a proud possession
Standing amidst odd collection
But standing with its head high and body upright
Defying winds strong from the open window of life
But alas how long, it had to surrender
A gust brought it down to the floor
And with a clatter it all ended

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