The Grand Mosaic of Life
I am
But a small tile
In the grand mosaic of life.
But the mosaic of life
Would not be great
If even the smallest of tiles
Went missing.
Therefore
Every tile must be precious
No matter how big
Or how small
And is essential
To the art piece
And it’s completion.
In the same way
There is not a human
That is less valuable
Than the other
For we are all essential pieces
To the grand mosaic of life.
Copyright © Rachel Beck | Year Posted 2020
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