The Great Puzzle
Puzzle of the mind and soul.
Solving you is my only goal.
Your pieces perfectly fit,
Yet unsolvable you sit.
No one can match your perfect form.
Lousy attempts make you storm.
“Missing piece?” they say.
In ruins, they let you lay.
Deserted in the jungle and sea,
No one will understand thee.
Calling you the game of golf they do,
But the Great Puzzle is how I know you.
Copyright © Hagen Sanchez | Year Posted 2020
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