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.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: There are still pieces to put in my jigsaw.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments8
Good write Gold. I did a 'musical jigsaw' but all the pieces were blank. It was that 4'33" piece! LOL.
I know that piece well Orchi. LOL
You know any pieces by Stockh..... Oops, can't mention him?
Very nicely put Andy. Filling in those pieces makes for a beautiful or less so picture. The choice is ours. A great metaphor.
Thank you soren, much appreciated.
Andy
I always worry if I might have a few pieces missing. A wonderful poem using the metaphor of a person's life as a puzzle being put together as they progress. Really enjoyed reading
Most kind David, thank you.
Andy
A lovely positive write, very enjoyable
Thank you Tobani, much appreciated.
Andy
You are very welcome
Good write, Andy.
Thank you Jerry,
Andy
Excellent write Andy
Most kind Tony, thank you.
Andy
You're welcome
A jigsaw that some never get to finish, or probably any of us in truth. 🌹
So true Teddy, thank you.
Andy
a very thougt provoking write. i feel that some pieces we fill, and some Fate fills for us - till the jigsaw is complete
Thank you for your fine words Nafisa.
Andy
you are always welcome - here's wishing you a wonderful weekend..take care
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