Pieces of People

Pieces of People Walking through my life I spy, a lonesome paper in the mud I stare at it wonder why, litter, anybody could Pick it up, later to bin, carry on my stroll There before me see again, on wind another roll Now I’ve two and I move on, and soon I see a third Again I wonder why its done, it all seems so absurd A fourth, a, fifth, a sixth I find, I think there’s purpose here But can’t imagine in my mind, the why remains unclear Soon so many in my hand, ridiculous it seems To drop these pieces o’er the land and ruin all the scenes And then I stop a moment, think, is more to this than meets the eye And see, though blurry is the ink, on each a word is written wry At last I thought is time to read and pieces when together sown Said, come to me for there’s no need, for us to walk this Earth alone I see the pieces, they are strewn, I gather them, pick up my pace Will loneliness depart me soon and end the endless paper chase? R D Seal 9 March 13