Marching forever
Like an endless band
Symphonic melodies
A reaching hand

They never stop
It never ceases
The band trampling over
The puzzle pieces

Once fitting together
Now bent out of order
They're soon picked up
By a puzzle piece hoarder

Some pieces still broken
But some now are fixed
The hoarder sees the puzzle
And its reaction is mixed

The broken ignored
Obsessed with the mended
It becomes angry:
The picture can't be comprehended

It tosses them back
Into the symphonic mess
Keeping a few pieces
Despite the puzzle's protests

Many can see them
But nobody cares
The puzzle's incomplete
So it gets just stares

But then someone new
A puzzle piece mender
It picks up the pieces
With a touch quite tender

The puzzle is frightened
Was it found by a collector?
Quite on the contrary
It's a puzzle protector

It begins the lengthy process
Of mending what's broken
It has many questions
But it leaves them unspoken

It takes time to heal
But the pieces now know
The puzzle mender will be there
Though the process is slow