A small package I hold in my hand,
With a sign "handle with care".
Some her ask the package;
And I give it to her freely.
I was stunned -- got hit by a brick --
It slipped in her hands.
It falls and shattering it goes --
To where I stand.
It was a glass,
A thin brittle glass.
I was wrong to hand it to her;
Now, it is broken and --
I could've stop it from breaking;
The smaller pieces is blood,
And my hand cries.

© Anonymous Pseudonym