‘Broke n’ Tools’

 

In these UNervin’ times
I fall back in my mind
RE-viewin’ the signs
I saw, yet couldn’t find

Seeing’ no rhyme nor reason
for the unkind ways
in those days that
had left me dismayed
day after day

I had somehow stayed
locked in on the ill-
rotten displays of
misguided n’ mistreated
youth, seemingly thrown
away...

It was as if they weren’t
worth much the effort of carin’
As it may have played
a role in moldin’ a future
sure to pay dividends
on a foundation well laid

N’ I muse ‘pon these views
of now VS yesterday n’
compare the importance
of repairin’ or preventin’
misuse of our youth
alleviatin’ any probability
of them becomin’ anything
BUT Broken Tools...