Bits and Pieces

by Amanda   Dec 2, 2005


Life is a puzzle;
Forever changing shape.

Pieces are lost,
Pieces are found.
Old and peeling,
New and shining.
Sometimes they're easy and
Sometimes they're difficult to place.

Different shapes,
Different sizes.
Colors plain or
Bright and wild.
Pieces placed are new beginnings,
The last piece marks your end.

Some are broken,
Left unfinished.
Collecting dust,
Color diminished.
Through all this,
Please remember-

Forever moving, changing shape
This puzzle indeed is life.
Is fate.

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