The Puzzle Piece
Bright,
Colorful,
So many sides,
Surely it must fit somewhere.
The Hopeful Piece looked.
For its place in the
puzzle -
It searched.
"Maybe here?"
"No - here?"
"Oh where is my place?"
thought
The Sad Piece.
It kept looking.
It made friends with
other pieces.
But its own puzzle was
Where -
And even If -
It fit anywhere.
Soon,
Too soon,
The Sad Piece grew discouraged.
There was nowhere it
would fit.
And so...
The garbage bin it found
To be the only place
it could fit.
Now the other pieces knew
better.
And the giant hole in
the puzzle,
They mourn.
No other piece will ever
fill
That huge gap.
And the puzzle
Will never be complete.
© Aleta van Riper
Turner, 2000 |