Like a grenade sterile, if not fused
is a moment wasted, if not used
like a smile subdued, if not spread
are lips prosaic, if not red..
Like a rifle rusted, if not oiled
are misguided youth, who go spoiled
Like a table imperfect, with shaking base
is a relationship with an ever opening space.
Like flowers undone, when they are chopped
are laws shunned, when a traffic light is hopped
Like friends imperfect, who gloat in your woes
are drugs that kill, with a chance extra dose
Like day out fishing in a frozen lake
is heated dough, that failed to bake
Like mouths sealed, with words that heal,
is a touch subtle, with the pet's purring feel
Like energy found in everything around,
is calming silence, in an endearing shout
Like curling fingers of a newborn's hands
is a footprint on love's fleeting sands
