Picking up pieces

We are all made from pieces

Each day we can add another

Small or large,

Strong or brittle,

The choice is ours alone

Some create wonders,

They better this world,

Just from being part of it

Then there are those,

Who stopped growing long ago

Thinking there is no longer,

Anything worth adding

So they remain content,

Through the small routines,

That is now their lives

And finally,

There are those like me,

Who are neither,

A wonder or content

We run around,

In this so very,

Overwhelming world,

Doing the best we can,

With the pieces we find