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A Puzzle

Life is a puzzle. We either fail to put it together or we eventually get it right.
A puzzle is sitting on the table,
A puzzle too complex to solve,
It takes up all your might,
And leaves you confused,
And you find yourself backed up,
And at the beginning again,
Trying to find a better way.

This is no ordinary puzzle,
But a puzzle of life,
Time is the only friend,
That slowly passes away,
And a free will,
To either try to solve it,
Or pack your bags and leave it.

If you put the puzzle together before you get old,
You will live the remaining days in happiness and peace,
If you chose to give up,
You perhaps might regret,
And claim a trophy of solitude instead.
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Published: 6/30/2012
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