Work In Progress
I am not finished yet, nor am I perfect.
I am a lifetime project.
I am a work in progress.
Each day, I grow a little.
Sometimes bigger … sometimes smaller …
Always older … often wiser …
My days would seem to be all the same.
Rather sluggish … Frankly boring …
And they are, yes … in the main.
Yet each one has a gift for me.
A thought, perhaps a memory.
Something for me to savour.
Another tiny piece that I can fit
Into my personal jigsaw.
The big picture of me …
The picture that I will never see.
The one I will leave for my children.
I hope they’ll like it!
Copyright © Frances King | Year Posted 2009
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