I don’t try to mend the broken fences 
What is done now, it is meant,
Look upon them as dead possibilities,
Don’t inspect their probabilities,
If fences are meant to be broken 
Then I don’t cry or smile about them
Move away from the mess behind me
I don’t have enough glue really.

Broken fences are like lessons never learnt
my fingers, I make sure they are not burnt
There the lessons are naked upon my page
Wasted words for the unhearing age after age.
Boldly I step over the broken and damaged wood
Walk away forget that I ever once stood
on my indecisions I lose friends I don’t need
Only when the fences fall this is clear to see.

It doesn’t matter what led to the broken fences 
Were they shattered by lame and lazy pretences
Were the fences so flimsy that their destruction
Was inevitable: it needs no investigation
For what is it is how it should be really
No going back no need for repair clearly,
For they can not be brought back to life as before
They remain broken in sadness for years for sure.