My mind is like a jigsaw
full of many pieces
each one a memory
a different colour
and picture for each
Every day a new piece is added
every morning brings a surprise
unique in its own way
I don’t know what will happen
till the day is over
The puzzle is not complete
I still have a long way to go
the empty spaces blank
waiting to be filled
Sometimes I get impatient
as I cannot see the finished picture
but each piece takes time
and I know I have to wait
When I lie dying
I will see the finished puzzle
and know that each piece
was a part of my life
John Westlake
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/063-my-mind-is-like-a-jigsaw/
