There was a piece went missing from the box
The picture therefore never was complete
But over and again on rainy days
I’d start and hope to somehow be replete
Philosophy untaught I lost the way
And in the losing found myself in dreams
The fantasy that life can be resolved
Reality is seldom as it seems
My optimism comes in fits and starts
For I have found my path meanders much
Revisiting ideas I’ve yet to solve
A musing about love and lust and such
The jigsaw of my life still incomplete
The final peace is always life’s defeat


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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