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