Island of Broken Toys
I love broken toys. I was one,
Of course. Every broken toy
Is different and differently broken
To the same plastic edge—
Sharp, shiny and harmless,
Unless you stick your—never mind.
My lessons for broken toys:
It is never wrong to be broken.
It is never good to be broken.
You can probably fix yourself.
But if you can’t, you need help.
The best help is always friends.
Go to the island of broken toys.
Stay there as long as you must
And no longer.