You Young People

Step up young man, step up, make things right even when you are wronged

These are not the words of a song but, to life without strife

Imposing instead of posing, meddling in, instead of building on

Whose toes do you step on? I hope those who would stomp on yours

Every one of us, is a piece to the great puzzle, although some of us, don't know where we may fit

Placed in we still get, I often times wonder where I would be; if I was not tossed next to the pieces

I have seen and been fitted with and against

Better off I sometimes think but, then I realize if not for them I may have been

                                                         Neutralized

Knocked to the floor and stepped upon or kicked into a heating vent

Instead, because of them I am moved in and about this puzzle still

Being pushed against and placed next too and turned about

Then left alone a bit, until I have been found a place to try and fit

So young people do not pull out your chair and leave the puzzle, upon the table

Life is a mystery, someone will pick you up eventually and try to fit you in, it is all up to you

If not the last piece always completes the puzzle

Even when lost your outline still remains

In time of need, of desires, and fearing the end of the puzzle is near

In someones hands I have always found myself

Held the most

Pause take a breath, feel the hands, feel their

Warmth

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man