Each born a mass of jaggered shards, <br />soon scattered like so many cards, <br />as through the years each piece is turned, <br />and joined or to the void returned, <br /> <br />Each fragment over time evolves, <br />the shape within each mind resolves, <br />as time wears on the lines are crossed, <br />and sections found soon can be lost, <br /> <br />Each aims to end this life intact, <br />alas we seldom keep that pact, <br />as through the years this puzzle turns, <br />and to the void each soul returns.<br /><br />Arik Fletcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-soul-a-part/
