Just a pile of broken pieces scattered on the floor.
If only someone had the courage to sweep them out the door.

It wasn't broken all at once, no, there's a million different reasons.
It happened over many years and through every passing season.

It no longer matters how it broke or even who's to blame.
What matters most, unrepaired, the fragments still remain.

The pieces were never looked at, picked up, fixed or glued.
Rather they were stomped on, crushed and left just out of view.

It's seemed so easy to walk right past all the pieces on the floor....