Lifes a three hundred and sixty five day jigsaw
attempted every day
Each piece so very different
but join together, in the same way.
Each piece a part of life
The good times and the bad
Sometimes obtaining ecstasy
At times low to sad.
Certain times of the year
Tredition plays a roll
These pieces are here to stabalise
Before pressure, takes it's toll
The corner pieces are the family
So proud they gave you life
They are your rock, your anchor
Your guide through trouble and strife
The edges are the foundation
Your money your job and friends
It keeps your life flowing
Gives you time to repair and mend
Other pieces are what you make them
Your judgements, your thoughts and deeds
Your actions making the changes
So take care whilst sowing the seeds
Day three hundred and sixty five
The day the puzzle ends
It's the day set aside
A day for you and your friends
It's a time for celebration
To blow out the candles flame
But don't forget tomorrow
As day one, will start again.
By R Johns
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