We’re working on a puzzle

That  has yet a lot to be worked on,

It holds so many pieces

It  seems impracticable to go on.

There’s many dark and similar pieces

A pile full of them on the side

As well as torn and missing pieces

That we doubt we’ll ever find.

At times we even fight for the pieces

Thinking we know where they belong

But when we go ahead and try it

We almost always end up wrong.

We’ve given up on the oldest pieces

And we’ll leave the ugliest for last,

We’ve even tried to get rid of some

By slipping them behind our backs.  

Some pieces are stuck to each other

while others are  stuck to the ground,

For how long they’ve been laying there

They’ve become hard to turn around.

My family has decided to stick with it

While each others time still runs.

In spite of the time we’ve spent on it

We haven’t dared to give up once.

My family is the puzzle

That hasn’t yet been solved,

And though the picture’s blurry

I know it can be done.