The Puzzle
That aged gentleman
Walking aimlessly
Down the street,
Jagged, broken, empty,
He fits.
That weary mother
Holding her crying baby
At the bus stop,
Pure, beautiful, blessed,
She fits.
That innocent child
Running around with his peers
On the playground,
Joyful, vivacious carefree,
He fits.
That fatigued veteran
Kneeling with hands folded tranquilly
In the worn out pew,
Strong, fulfilled, passionate,
He fits.
That bewildered face
Staring back at you
In the mirror on the wall,
Confused, lost, stressed,
You fit.
We have goals and dreams that
We help one another achieve.
We have pains and struggles that
We help one another relieve.
But we are alive, and
We have lives
That intertwine flawlessly.
We love one another.
We lean on one another.
We fit.
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