Jigsaw Puzzle

The scene is all set: I'm sitting outside
With a giant jigsaw called, "Passion and Pride."
On it are scenes from my life, past and present,
And also future projections, quite pleasant!

The sun shines bright and the birds sing their song,
I'm confident nothing will ever go wrong!
Well, pride often comes before a great fall,
But I am not mindful of such things at all!

I hardly notice the cool wind that blows,
Nor for some time at least, cawing of crows.
As dark clouds gather, I notice the change,
And summer starts slowly to slip out of range!

Rain is now pouring, and oh what a mess!
My jigsaw looks ruined, I have to confess.
I take it inside, with some pieces lost.
I'm thwarted by fate, and I must pay the cost!

Now plans can be changed, or downsized a tad;
Sometimes such changes are not always bad.
The life we have planned is subject to fate;
Ideal versus real, right there on our plate!

I still have my hopes and dreams to pursue,
Even if some of them never come true.
"Hope springs eternal," a poet once said.
Our potential in life is there to be fed!

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