Fragility
A beautiful glass vase
Must be handled with care
Made with love,
Without a blemish or tear.
The glazier takes pride.
As he fashions the glass,
He always tries
To make each one
As perfect as the last.
When the glass is complete,
And out of the glazier's hands
It looks like a treat
As it graciously stands,
On an antique table
That stood in the hall
Dusted carefully,
In case it may fall
What has fate in store
For this exquisite glassware
Who could ask for more
Created without a flaw.
Fine glass is very fragile,
It easily breaks
It is a unique commodity
A lot of courage it takes.
To survive.
And keep alive.
Maybe one day in the future
It will come to pass,
That all living creatures
Are as fragile as glass.
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