I am but a puzzle,

Though I am not a complex puzzle.

Some puzzles are 50 pieces,

While others are 1500 pieces.

At the end of the day,

When perfectly placed,

Every puzzle is a beautiful masterpiece.

I’m not sure how many pieces I am,

Nor do I think I want to know.

I know for certain I am not done being built,

I don’t think I ever will be.

Hour by hour,

Day by day,

Week by week,

I get built.

Hour by hour,

Day by day,

Week by week,

I get broken down.

When one piece fits perfectly,

It seems as if another is difficult.

It seems as if it’s a never ending puzzle, but

I am but a puzzle.