My mind is like a jigsaw
full of many pieces
each one a memory
a different colour
and picture for each
Every day a new piece is added
every morning brings a surprise
unique in its own way
I don’t know what will happen
till the day is over
The puzzle is not complete
I still have a long way to go
the empty spaces blank
waiting to be filled
Sometimes I get impatient
as I cannot see the finished picture
but each piece takes time
and I know I have to wait
When I lie dying
I will see the finished puzzle
and know that each piece
was a part of my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
let's hope it takes a few more years to complete the jigsaw and that it will be one of contentment overall. nice one., Profanisaurus. would you like this in a showcase? let me know. bri :) p.s. have a perfect-puzzle day, my friend.