Jigsaw Puzzle Life Poem by Christine K. Trease

Like a jagged cardboard puzzle piece, this misfit castaway
could not embrace his future and detested each new day.
He didn't fit the picture but he liked his bitter fate.
It tends to make me question why some people love to hate.
What drear abominations happened in their past
that could make them feel emotionless with pain yet unsurpassed?

He despised all things of pleasure
and he loathed all things of cheer.
I often tried to understand why God would send him here.

Enthralled by others' tragedies, callous to their pain,
I questioned why it was that God allowed him to remain.
I wondered if this test was placed for he to pass, or I.
The rules of life, unwritten, are not in great supply.
Could it be that he was placed on Earth for me to understand
so I wouldn't be that puzzle piece untouched by fellow man?