Puzzle Trash


I found this puzzle in the trash

Funny how the pieces never change

The box was intact, all the pieces………

Funny how the pieces of a puzzle

Never change,you sit there patiently

Finding the boarder,then the pieces

In the middle, the picture on the box

Is a reminder of what could be when

All is finished, and your world of pieces

Have found there place in a square

Your square, the square, a picture squarely

Finished is still a puzzling fact of life


2 thoughts on “Puzzle Trash

  1. yea, there was my senile mother, at the end of her life puzzling about the simplest child’s puzzle, kept her occupied for quite some time. Wonderfully observed poem, Sheldon.

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