Trust

Trust Trust is fragile, yet so strong In relations must belong Of value beyond all worth Than all the gold on the earth Trust has high inherent risks Often puts one in good stead Should hidden motives exist Relations eulogies read Trust, like an old China plate With hundreds years of use E’en by King Henry the Eighth Will always fail to abuse Flip the plate high o’er and o’er Handle with careless regard Find it shattered on the floor In hundreds of broken shards By miracle, the pieces found And glued in place bit by bit Never will it be as sound As before that careless flip So with trust, and it is true Abuse and misuse it, friend It is a day you will rue Will n’er be the same again