A Jigsaw Life
Sometimes I think I live a jigsaw life.
Bits of me are there,
And bits of me aren't.
I put myself together,
bit by bit,
piece by piece,
but too often
I all come apart.
Back in a heap,
back in a pile,
getting together's
gonna take a while.
Is this
the wrong piece
going in the wrong place?
Don't know
until I try.
Sometimes I think
that I'm missing bits
and I'll never
complete
this puzzle.
And maybe I think
that I never came with those
to start with
or that
they were stolen
or lost
(or maybe both).
But I do the puzzle
do the game
but still I wonder
if it's all the same.
Takes time
to find
the right piece.
Takes time
as always
to be sure
to put myself
back together
again.
It would help
I guess
if
I had the finished picture.
What do you think?
Not back yet, folks, but I needed to get the above out...