Pieces Of My Life Poem by Juan Olivarez

Pieces of my life I've found,
Laying in my backyard, upon the ground.
A picture or two, of a person I knew,
Sometimes I just don't know what to do.

Tools of my trade, covered with dirt,
Missing pieces, make me hurt the most.
I guess they just don't know how it hurts.
Those thing that are forever lost.

Looking around every single day,
I've found pieces of my former life.
Nobody cared when I went away,
When I went away to care for my wife.

All material things, yes I understand,
As I hold a seed dial in my hand.
Things will get better, I'll plant one last time,
Maybe with new life, I'll get some piece of mind.

7/6/10 Alton Texas