A spiderweb of cracks,
Shattered glass upon the ground,
A broken phone screen,
A sight that can astound.

Once so sleek and smooth,
Now marred by a single fall,
A constant reminder,
Of the mishap that befell all.

The phone still works,
But it's not the same as before,
The touch screen now a maze,
A challenge to explore.

Yet we soldier on,
Through this minor tragedy,
For we know that life goes on,
And this is mere mundanity.