Jigsaw Poem by Paul Reed
Jigsaw
I can't see the end from here
Or the beginning
I am standing in the middle,
Nothing in the past is clear
More losing than winning
The future just a riddle;
What was once, is no longer
A different place
For our nephews and nieces,
The world weaker not stronger
But moving at quicker pace
A jigsaw with no pieces.
Monday, February 19, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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