a piece of the puzzle is missing
a piece of the puzzle is lost
a piece of the puzzle has gone awol
a piece we needed the most
the edge is missing its anchor
the border is shaky at best
and all the bits in the middle
feel insecure at this test
some hands have gone on a recce
fingering through lost and found
eyes are darting in panic
a madness is doing the rounds
all because one wedge is missing
missing, I said, not spare
essential, maybe gone for a burton
we’ve searched about everywhere
some guys claimed to have found it
and we tried but they had just lied
cut off the edges and filed them
no fit unless you’re cross-eyed
others brought in a new one
we sampled but there on the desk
lay the puzzle with one portion absent
some folk, like me, couldn’t rest
neglected, we couldn’t abide it
what waste for the want of a piece
determined we hunted and foraged
unaccounted gave us no peace
puzzles they come in aplenty
perfectly carved from the first
boxed with the prettiest pictures
enigmas inside of a curse
for all of the boxes are missing
a fragment that fits and completes
but still we build, keep on trying
never admitting defeat
scores of them lying on tables
more of them housed on some shelf
tatty are some, unused, faded
jigsaws a lot like ourselves
waiting for hands that are loving
determine construction from bits
hoping and praying that this time
with effort, and luck, it all fits
if lost is seen mount a rescue
catch it and guard it for free
clip it and keep it for ransom
due reward for finding the key