Life’s Jigsaw
It all fits like life, piece by piece, till you reach the end
Life’s Jigsaw
Life is just a jigsaw,
Each piece a perfect fit.
We search and turn and puzzle,
To make the whole of it.
But when the picture’s finished,
No more pieces to discover,
The game is done, the box is closed—
It’s finally game over.
So take you time, don’t rush it
Roam was not built in a day
do a little tiny bit, now and then
And most important like life
Enjoy playing with it when you can.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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