BROKEN GLASS


 Without any shoes, I carefully walk,


 Each step I take a chance to be cut.


 All around me, I can't see every piece,


 One is sure to find me if cautious I'm not.


 Where are my shoes, why aren't they on,


 A lot safer I'd be, less chance to be hurt.


 There's broken glass everywhere,


 Watch the way you step and you'll not be wounded.

               Keith Garrett