By D. E. Allen
You had a broken handle when you first came to me.
Thrown away just like broken people are,
in our society.
So I took some epoxy putty and a new handle for you I made.
Then I restored you to your rightful place,
beside my garden hoe and spade.
For a tool some thought to be broken, you have more to give I see.
That is why I like my mended garden tool so much,
it is so much like me.