Those Little Sticks

those lost sticks i pick them up from the ground where you left them lost and not found those little sticks i put together those sticks you scattered-asunder those sticks i gave you to keep those sticks you made to weep i pick them up and cure them so they can sit up an gathering them all together making them whole again so i put them under cover so they don't get hurt again I am shaking up those sticks The sticks of my heart......... (i would appreciate a comment or even a saving by my viewer.thank you for writing)