Picking Up The Pieces

By mcscraic

Mon, 06 May 2019

Picking Up The Pieces

By Paul McCann

I saw a little puzzle piece , lying on the floor

it was part of a jigsaw I had finished years before .

The picture was something important

but I just couldn’t remember what ,

I sat down for a moment , sure I don’t know how I forgot .

We seem to remember all the things we should forget

so how can we remember where our things have all been set ,

I’m picking up the pieces to find out where I’m at ,

I’m a little bit puzzled but life’s sometimes like that .

Life is kind of funny sometimes , we cry when we should laugh ,

I had made a jigsaw puzzle out of a favourite photograph .

I went into the spare room , where I put some things away

and recalled a donation I made to charity the other day .

Some boxes of unwanted things

were picked up by a man called Joe,

I think he accidently picked up my jigsaw puzzle you know ..

So off I went to second hand Joes ,

to get back what was mine, hoping that it wasn’t already sold,

in just a short matter of time .

When I got the store , Joe had said there was no jigsaw there ,

So I went back home disappointed and sat down on a chair.

I noticed sitting on the table there right before my eyes

was this jigsaw puzzle, with one piece missing , oh what a surprise.

I took the piece from my pocket and placed it into the space ,

and I saw the picture was me , with a smile upon my face .

We seem to remember all the things we should forget so how can

we remember where our things have all been set ,

I’m picking up the pieces s to find out where I’m at ,

I’m a little bit puzzled but life is sometimes like that .