Polished Pieces

I polished it to pieces
This little verse of mine.
I polished it to pieces
Just so that it would rhyme.

It broke as I polished it
And rubbed so very hard
But even though it's broken
It's hard to discard.

I cherished those little pieces
Each and every one
For I gathered them all up
On the end of my thumb

And I put them back within
The tip of my quill pen
And I took a brief respite
Before I wrote again.