5000 Pieces Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Not just a quest
(a test of patience,
skill,
a chance for us
to scratch our heads
and rap our fingers)
it was fun!
Oh what a thrill,
surprised and satisfied,
to hear that snap.
No competition here and
nothing scored,
I offered you an edge
to fill a gap.
I didn't want to think
I'd been ignored.
A few I tried to force in
with a tap.
The picture's incomplete.
Did you get bored?
Lose interest in the helpful clues
I tossed?
At first I didn't want to think
you'd hoard the ones I sought.
I know they're hidden, lost.
Yup, you're not here for me
and I concede I'll never have
the pieces that you need.