It is a delicate thing

Place onto our laps,

One wrong turn or caterwaul,

And it shatters into a thousand pieces.


It is like a rock,

Placed at the beach

Eroding softly

From the tides, so sweet.


Or it might be like an engulfing piece of land,

Covering the heart,

With an emotion too sweet,

For words to express.


It is like an hourglass,

Ticking away softly,

As time passes,

So does it vanish.


So take care of Trust,

A delicate thing indeed,

Once you have got it,

Treasure it,

For you never know when you might need it.


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