A Jigsaw Puzzle
Life is like a jigsaw puzzle,
full of many pieces.
We built foundations strong to last,
and met up in the middle.
With each piece, we placed with care,
built on sweat and tears.
Recording all the happy times,
we had over the years.
With every passing year, we fit,
more pieces to the puzzle.
From infancy to maturity,
and all the in-between bits.
Everyone can build their own,
according to their needs.
When first you saw a bumble bee,
or skinned your little knees.
Alas I have a query, though,
weights heavy on my mind.
If the pieces do not fit,
what do we do? Rewind
Indeed it's up to you of course,
the puzzle of your choice.
Add to existing one,
or build anew from scratch.
Your puzzle, your choice.
hey! you changed the spelling puzzel to puzzle in the third stanza! did you realize i would complain? ? this IS puzzling. lots of people struggle in attempts to build a satisfying life puzzle. and if they decide to rebuild, well, ......that might be worth the try, but is bound to be difficult plenty of times. interesting poem. bri ;)
Great poem, really liked the premise I'd thought of life from that perspective.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem very very nice