Dropped Marbles
His marbles dropped
long ago.
Unaware of the drop
they scattered everywhere
under the chairs, tables,.
the stove, the refrigerator,
and cars,
Now,
years later
he's trying to
regather them.
Some are missing,
forever gone.
Others gathered
are cracked,
chipped, dull,,
only a few
are somewhat
shiny and intact.
The marble sack
is now light
and not
what it used to be.
But those left
are guarded, nourished
and well care for.
The owner knows
how perish
each marble is.
He loves them
passionately and dearly.
Never to be
forsaken again.
Partners til death
and beyond.