the multifariousness of my junk drawer
holds secrets, stories, gadgets, humor, and much more
bungee cords, cameras, pliers, tape and string
a rubber chicken leg, buzzer bell with an ominous ring
hard cinnamon roll, which fell in yesterday
blue yoyo, ketchup packet, a tiny nosegay
such a variety of goodies I have to admit
if my mother saw it, she would have a fit.
Like pieces of a puzzle,
Our differences fit together,
In this grand mosaic called life.
Each shape unique, Each color vibrant,
A bourgeoisie woven with threads of diversity.
The edges may not align,
But they interlock perfectly,
Creating a pulchritudinous whole.
Some pieces jagged, Others smooth, refined
Each with its own story to tell. The puzzle comes alive,
As we encompass In symbiosis and unity.
it is in our anomalousness we find puissance and palmy, In this kaleidoscope of actuality
Panegyric celebrating our multifariousness,
For they are the quiddity of humanity,
Guiding us on an extraordinary junket
Our heterogeneousness like puzzle pieces,
Complete the picture of life,
A masterpiece in its own right.