Parts

May 29

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We all play parts,

so many, so varied,

but part of me

just wishes I could be a whole-

no more parts,

incomplete,

but I guess then the search

for the other pieces

would be done..

And what would the point be then?

Posted on May 29, 2013, in Life, Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. ioniamartin | May 29, 2013 at 8:32 am

    I love the straightforward truth in that!

    Reply
  2. Random Jordan | May 30, 2013 at 3:45 pm

    “Everybody plays each other. That’s all anybody ever does. We play parts.” – Firefly 😀

    Reply

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