Pieces

waitin' at the threshold of time
as life leaves us lookin' out over
a field where a late season dies

my life is as that season, lookin'
over its shoulder, lookin' at what
it leaves behind maybe with some
of those lost pieces it just can't find

sometimes you're collecting those
pieces remains of what once was
until they al come together as it was

I spend a lifetime collecting those pieces
and they almost have come together still
a couple are left, I myself am the last piece
to collect

that's what life is collecting pieces
until they all come together at a window
in time giving us a chance to see what lies
ahead on the other side

(c) JR. 2019