Cracked

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A beautiful girl stumbles over a crack in the pavement,
she drops and cries.
"Who put this ground here?" puffy eyed.

The man who loved to build says,
"I layed that pavement," he pauses,
"but I would never fracture it."

The woman who loves her evening strolls,
"I step upon that pavement as often as I can,"
"but I haven't the muscle mass."

The young child who lept beyond the crack,
"I've seen it, yes. But wouldn't touch it for a Klondike Bar."
He feared for his mother's well-being.

"Then why did I fall?" the girl begins,
"No one is to blame, it seems.
Yet, still I ache."

Another girl close to her age approaches.
As she begins to speak,
drops as the pavement grapples her feet.

The first girl, with bruises on her knees,
approaches and lends her hands and smile.
She laughs and sings a low melody.

"I did not put it there,
Though there it will stay.
So that maybe someday"

"Together we'd reclaim our poise.
and we might not fear uncertainty.
How often does one stumble upon pure mystery?"

And, with one accord,
they lift themselves upright;
calling to mind that they are not customarily struck down.