A vase has the potential

To contain much beauty

But it is fragile, you see,

And if you drop it a single time

It might shatter into a thousand pieces

And you when you sweep it up,

You miss a piece or two

And throw the rest away

Maybe then, someone comes along

And finds the pieces in the trash

They might try to fix the vase,

Not knowing some parts are missing

So when they glue the pieces together,

There are a few holes,

And it can no longer hold water for the flowers

That would make it beautiful

They put it on a table by a window

Because to them, it is pretty to look at,

Even though it remains empty

But one day, the kids outside

Send a baseball flying through the window

And hit the vase, shattering it again

Not wanting to fix the vase a second time,

The once-good Samaritan sweeps up the mess,

Missing only a few pieces, and throws it away

The cycle continues

And each time the vase gets fixed

And finds a new purpose

It shatters and gets thrown away

Leaving a few pieces behind

Countless times this has happened

There are hardly any pieces left

And now you are here

Wanting to fix me