We had a lovely vase once
Made of finest porcelain.
It stood upon an old commode
Admired by all who came

One day the vase got broken
By a rash and foolish act.
Some angry words were spoken,
Not easy to retract.

Of course we could have thrown it
And bought another one
But we chose to not disown it
As others might have done.

We decided to repair it
And put the pieces back.
It took much time and patience
Though there'll always be a crack.

So vases can get shattered
And people sometimes stray
But relationships when tattered
Can be patched up day by day.

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