Jigsaw Of Life.

We come into this life a blank canvas;

Some pieces are there, but only known by instinct.

The need to feed being dominant,

The need for protection ,

The need to be wanted.

The canvas starts to fill, but so slowly.

Learning is hard, but life is harder.

We learn who to trust,

And those to beware,

And hope we can determine who is who.

At school the pieces come to us in droves.

It is up to us whether we place them correctly,

Or not to bother;

We have a choice

About which path we will steer.

No matter which path we take, the canvas starts filling

With the pieces in our life;

The good, the bad, the indifferent.

But fill it will.

Age is the price we pay to complete the jigsaw.

We go through our life’s work,

Or through our life getting something for nothing.

But we get to that moment when work

Is a thing of the past,

And we can fill the canvas with our pleasures.

The jigsaw is almost complete;

And as we put in the last piece of our life

The jigsaw is finished;

As is the life that we had,

Filling the blank canvas.