My Life Is Like A PuzzleA Poem by KittMy Life Is
Like A Puzzle My life is like a puzzle 3,000 little pieces The more I piece together The more difficult it becomes One piece will click in But second thought takes it out People pull a prank They steal away some pieces They come simply to destroy And leave me to start over My life is like a puzzle My life is like a chair Beautiful and useful It allows people to take a rest Their problems casted on me While they may live in peace Their burden is still upon me As they sit down I make no noise of protest I simply take it Weight is overwhelming I get broken So I’m casted to the side My life is like a chair My life is like a ceiling Sturdy and flat I provide protection I pull people out of the storms I am used by many Most take granted I am there As my back faces the storm My face remains dry Eventually a hole will come And douse the other side I’m now helpless in the hands of others My life is like a ceiling My life is like a flute Fiddling and Squeaking It plays the lows And squeaks the highs But usually it play the middle Debating which was to play My fingers slip A wrong note comes out I try to fix it But it’s too late My life is like a flute My life is like a cup Under a dripping faucet It’s fine at first Holding the liquid in It smiles Secretly hating every minute More liquid pours in The cup begins to fill Eventually it spills over The cup’s smile disappears My life is like a cup My life is like a deck of cards 52 different faces There’s two jokers making 54 Joker’s the one that plays King, Queen, and Jack Always stiff and serious Two sided cards One blank of emotion Sometimes it’s an ace Proud to be the highest Sometimes it’s a two The worthless number Wind blows Cards begin to scatter Someone cares enough to pick up and pocket My life is like a deck of cards My life is like a pen Sitting there it does nothing But pick it up to the page You wouldn’t believe what it could do But it’s never useful on it’s own It relies on others Without a hand to hold it in The pen will do nothing but stare My life is like a pen My life is like a table Standing on three legs As long as I don’t move I am stable But the slightest pressure The slightest touch Pushes me over the edge I fall and can’t get back up I am unstable My life is like a table My life is like a puzzle 3,000 little pieces The more pieces found The more answers I get My life is like a puzzle © 2013 Kitt |
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