If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it goes the popular refrain

A proven technique to ameliorate wanton grief and pain

But matters of the heart don’t correspond to this universal norm

There exists neither balm nor benevolence to tinker with or lend some calm

 

A tablet for sleeping; to bring one to the here and now

Alas! No medicine has yet been invented – and never will – to deal with the woes of love.

(Word Count: 75)

Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#119