Scatterd Poem by Mamie Free

Collecting pieces,
We quickly scattered
Soon forgetting that,
Puzzling them is never
Gone be easy.

When scattering, we dash,
Throw, push as fast as we can.
Now to collect, we have to think hard.
And put chemistry into place.
Taking all the precious time
In the world, collecting pieces to
Make a picture.

To scatters is never an intended intent.
But along the line, it happens fast.
Please, scatter likes it, whenever you
Touch something. So be mindful of him.
Scattered.