Heart-Shaped Vase

In a quiet little town I owned a small shop Inside sat a table With a vase perched on top A heart-shaped vase Shades of red and pink so bright It sat in the window Each day and each night But the vase was empty A dark, ugly hole It sat there for years Growing lonely and cold I filled it with flowers Tulips and roses alike And daises and daffodils But nothing felt right One day in the summer Inside came a small boy He brought a large smile And a bag full of toys He pointed to the vase And asked for a look I nodded with a smile And the vase he took He hugged it and played with it And I started to smile The vase seemed beautiful For just a short while The boy started to frown To him, the vase was a bore So he reached for his bag And the vase fell to the floor It shattered to pieces And I stood there aghast The boy looked down But his concern didn’t last He stepped on a piece And a faint “sorry” was heard And then he left my shop Without another word My empty vase was broken I stood there alone From the person who broke it No remorse was shown So I swept up the pieces And threw them away Why fix it when someone Will just break it the next day?