Glue fails. Wood ages.
Children slam and crash.
Yesterday a tea cabinet dropped its door.
Nobody was near it.
The door simply fell
from its hinges to the floor
like a sudden heart attack.
I built with sound wood,
with brass hardware.
Figured it would last.
How far ahead can you see when you’re 32?
I’m 77 now.
No—wait—78. I lose track.
Still got some glue, some screws
in the basement. Be right back.
