Broken discarded, dumped dysfunctional
castaways litter our intolerant greed
for perfection in performance.
But, busted and defective can be charming,
comfortable, endearing,
Like old shoes and jumpers worn to threads.
We learn the tricks and the work-around
to bypass the bugs, shortcomings and faults.
Rather like we deal with taddy bits of family and friends,
Such yielding adaptation, with tolerance and patience
avoids the inevitable annoyance
of new-fangled replacements
with their tiresome assembly, installation and instructions.
Look around you, everything is broken,
old and decrepit, cantankerous in some way or other.
New or old, broken, or wanting, to be broken in.
Categories:
taddy, life,
Form: Free verse