MY WORK OF ART

Pieces

We are so many pieces

No one is built to last

We all fold get lines and creases

And want to fix it all so fast

There are some who are in ruin

Though they seem all intact

Missing pieces are not their doing

And as a matter of fact

When your life is shattered

These are moments that will last

There are so many pieces scattered

All along the broken past

If someone lends a hand

Right away to pick them up

Can’t grow a foreign land

Inside a paper cup

Pieces just don’t fit

In the world with pieces gone

In time they’ll come together

But in pieces holding on

There are those without broken pieces

The one’s who haven’t met

Those who pick up the pieces

And the one’s who don’t forget

Will time tape the pieces

Or fill with wet cement

As it dries some cracks start showing

Or are cracks permanent

One day all the pieces

Will come together and we’ll mend

All the cracks and lines decreases

That’s when broken pieces end