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.