This path called life is filled
With shattered glass from hearts
Shattered into fragments willed
To piece together other starts.
You meet and learn to grow tight
On splendid dates of wonder
Feelings spring forth so right
Around the bend another blunder.
Smiles and touches raise the pace
As beads of passion do flow
To the room of lust we race
Hoping it's true love we'll know.
Alas the pattern here repeats
Fleeting lust not love is here
Soon the sound of running feet
Another love will disappear.
This path called life is filled
With the shattered glass from hearts
Shattered into fragments willed
Time to forget no other starts.
