I

The large glass bottle

On the table top,

Looks heavy, and ornate;

And it is home

To a lovely bunch

Of beautiful flowers.

But as the children run around,

Coming perilously close

To toppling it o’er,

I cannot but wonder

Why it is placed thus.

II

Why do we choose

To put at risk,

The safety of things

We’d rather not lose

Or the wholeness of those

We couldn’t bear to have shatter

Such as self-worth and honour?

Are we led by fate?

Perhaps it does not matter

To the powers that be

That pull the strings

Of our fragile lives.

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