Why it’s broke (a poem)

I know I have a tendency to make things more complicated than they need to be…

Simple arrangements become complicated
when they fall into human hands

We fail to consider this
‘Idle hands are the devil’s workshop’

We meddle and tinker
trying to fix what doesn’t need repair

Instead of allowing good things to happen
we interfere to force a fit

That’s when the world breaks apart
as we all grab hammers

(4 August 2015—posted August 5)