Life is like a puzzle putting pieces into place
We search the piles to find the perfect fits
I believe it’s most important and it shouldn’t be a race
We should take a while to find the missing bits
Within my mind’s eye I can see a solitary man
He is standing near a river by a tree
His ankles are in shackles both hands are tied with rope
Looking hard to find the bits to set him free
On the river in a rowing boat a book comes floating by
In its covers bits to help him in his quest
Though he isn’t sure of anything he knows he has to try
Or stay there in his shackles like the rest
When the boat comes closer he makes a mighty leap
His intentions are to get a better look
His intuition tells him unread pages secrets keep
And his freedom key could lie inside this book
When he lands the pages open and his bindings fall away
Man drinks in the missing knowledge for his thirst
Remember if you’re puzzled there are bits for you to find
And in future always check your pieces first
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem