Cement

We are all born broken. Not sure if this is a poem or not..

We are all born broken.

On this path through life, we look for new things to cement our pieces together.

Some are successful.

Others are not.

Many choose the wrong cement, causing them to fall apart.

Others choose the right cement, but get the mixture wrong. 

It holds briefly, but gives out over time, quickly crumbling away un-noticed until it is too late.

Those who get the right cement and mixture are strong and whole, but like any structure, 

one bad move and they can fall like the rest of us. 

Reviews

[Carol Cashes]

Love this as my employer works with concrete. You are spot on about the tricky mixture, but know this - the strongest cement can be undone by Mother Nature's onslaught. I liked this especially because something as mine poetic as cement was, in fact, the very subject of a great poem. Good job.

[Carol Cashes]

Typing on phone, Tropical Storm Cindy is making waves, I live in Biloxi, MS. I meant non poetic, not "mine" poetic.