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
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