Poetry Pleases: Enigma
Life is an enigma, a jigsaw puzzle, says Rosemary Mitchell in this poem.
Life’s an enigma
Life’s a farce
So let it pass.
You spun the wheel
To get the feel
You threw the dice
Just once or twice.
Life’s a game
So who’s to blame?
Now you’ve lost
You count the cost
Too soon an empty womb.
Life’s an enigma
Life’s a riddle.
Piggy in the middle.
Mourn your dead
Dry tears unshed.
Life’s for living
And forgiving.
Juggle the pieces
One by one
Until the jigsaw’s done.
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