If I had a hammer
I’d look for a chisel
Chip away life’s hollows
Let a new shape emerge, regain 

If I had a hammer
I’d look for some nails
Mend the broken past
Try, put it together again 

If I had a hammer
I’d look for a pair of tongs
Pick out what has meaning
Discard the remains 

If I had a hammer
I’d look for you, knock
Some sense into that head
Keep you from going, restrain

But, I don’t have a hammer
And, guess what, it’s fine
The past is past, best left
Resting on the sands of time

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For Saturday Centus

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