The Puzzle of Life
The pieces fit together, day by day—
through trial and error- curve fits in a curve.
But many times, in haste, a part is placed
that's wrong; the misfit somehow jars the rest
so time is spent redoing what was done
to bring it to its former tidy state.
Though day by day, and year by year it's worked,
so slowly forms the image that's been planned—
since many times, the challenge seems too great,
and so, it's often pushed away from sight.
Still other times, the pieces fit in place
renewing eager interest in the game.
And slow but sure, the shapes are interlocked,
each one a vital portion of the whole,
revealing, bit by bit, the total scene.
And all that's hoped before the colors fade,
the vision of life’s masterpiece, complete—
the portrait of our finished dream—well done.
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