....an odd-shaped puzzle that doesn't fit.
You can try to fit the pieces together,
....but that's an impossible goal.
You can sort them by their type,
....family, friends, basketball, school.
You can sort the pieces by jumbling them together,
....a long lost shoe,
....your great-aunt Bertha.
No matter how you try to fit them,
....the pieces of life won't form a perfect puzzle,
....it will always be mishapen.
-Written February 7, 1999, when I would have been in seventh grade; found today in an old notebook in my parents' attic.
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