Life is a puzzle
With mysteries few
Where each of the piece
Leads to the next clue
Making some days full of spirit
And some clueless and blue
We have no idea
Of the number of parts
Or of the final picture
Till the pieces are apart
But this makes life thrilling and challenging
Until we finally depart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We have no idea Of the number of parts Or of the final picture nice simple poem