If a puzzle piece drops into a gutter,will you pick it up, knowing that it will hurt.

If the glue at binds the puzzle upon the frame,is lost. Will it stick together?

If one loses its way,will you look for it?

If one is forgotten by the others, will you remember?

A puzzle maybe a beautiful as a whole,a snapshot for the moment.But who will pick up the pieces when it all falls apart?

Which pieces will hold firm and which will stray apart? Will they point fingers,or learn to forgive?

Like the beauty of a sunset,knowing the night will come.