“Wear and tear of the things we fear
Crack open that heart and soul too dear
Find those rifts, loop holes with dirt all smeared
Once pure white shirt is all tinted and grimy
Broken buttons adorn it now, which were once so shiny
It’s hard to define, if the crumple is made by time?
Or it’s the torturous work of some unfortunate crimes
We mend it, wash it, replace it but all in vain
Apologise, repent for our disdain
It’s not long before we realise...
To make our tongue, the needle and character the thread so divine
Whitens it with the bleach of calmness
With eyes full of trust and promises redefine
Let the innocent smile iron the tough crumples away
In helping hands and lovely cuddles let it freely sway”
