Glass

A colored piece of glass
Shards crack my memories
Diverging at rough edges
Beaten smooth by repeated
by repeated
by repeated processes
This must crash
This must break
Yet it does not
For I've become sand

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.