Old glue flakes and falls away,
Lets all the pieces drop and scatter.
Old glue dries and cracks with age;
The once-strong bonds no longer matter.
Attachments not so permanent
Give way when under slightest strain.
AS one part falls, the rest release.
As edges fail, what can remain?
Mother dies, and all draw near
To eye what’s left and count her change.
Father dies, the kindred grieve,
A family portrait rearranged.
Old glue fails the final test;
It cannot hold, or keep, or save.
The family bonds are loosed at last
With heart and hearth both gone to grave.