Sitting on a shelf, waiting to be played with;

This is where fragile items go.

On display when the time comes,

Or gathering dust out of sight.

Sadness would show in dimmed eyes

If this were real, if things had feelings,

But instead, gentle smiles plastered on faces

Must be careful with fragile things;

But don’t they know nor understand,

ceramics and crystal grow strong with use.

Don’t save it for another day,

Get it down and enjoy time to together;

After all, we are all but a fleeting glimmer.