This old mug's been around awhile
Been chipped and cracked and shattered
been called old and outta style
been beaten, bruised and battered
But every time it gets glued back
It grows a little stronger
You can see the scar of the old crack
but it's gonna last awhile longer
It's unique and all it's own
can't label it one bit
It's in a class all alone
It's special you must admit
Leta Dungan
Desert Witch
6/5/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely done, Leta. I feel better about being an old, cracked mug now.
Thank you. We're all Kintsukuroi (cracked pottery art) in our own way. [3