All the Broken Windows May 21, 2016 / Michael J. Cunningham Here I sit, its springtime, not so cold now; And all the windows are now broken, Perhaps because I never moved, Or moved too fast. And never protected myself from the vandals surrounding me. Rate this:Share with others Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related