Windie Steffen Poet Rhyme

Pieces

My soul was like a puzzle
When I was a little girl
I had a piece of everything
... The beauty of the world

A colorful mosaic
Made for everyone to see
For me to take into the world
And see what I would be

I took a piece of poetry
To hide it from my friends,
...and then a piece of silliness,
But that’s not where it ends

I had a piece of music
That I used to love to play.
The people liked a different tune
... I let it slip away 

And as I traveled down the road
I left them here, or there
I let some people take them,
... And I didn't really care

But one day when I sat to rest,
I noticed they were gone
I left behind the colors,
And the laughter, and the song

So I went back to look for them,
But only found a few
My pieces didn't fit
The way they did, when they were new.

Some pieces were still missing
And I’d never get them back.
Some pieces torn and tattered,
... So; I put them in a sack.

And now I hold my pieces close,
I use them everyday
I hope to someday fix them,
... And then put them all away.

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Venetia Crasta September 29, 2017 at 8:44 AM Yes we are blessed with so many talents sometimes we just let them go by

Old Buck September 26, 2017 at 5:08 PM I didn't realize we'd ever met but somehow you have described my life in your work. I started rhyming at 65, I'm now 76. My work shows a huge lack of training and practice but I've published 2 books of my work and have a very small handful of followers. :o) An elderly Aunt and 2 sisters. :o) Keep them coming. Thanks for sharing. oldbuck

Dean Wood September 5, 2017 at 1:23 PM Oh, so very true. Whether it is willful or just out of neglect our talents, interest, idealism so often gives way to life. I think that is what makes the golden years golden, they hurt a little but we have time for simple things. A lovely and thoughtful poem Windie!