Peace Poem by Randy McClave

If I were to choose just one word,
To depict the meaning of life and my being,
If I had to decide upon just one word,
Without an explanation, or even a meaning.
The one word that I would readily choose,
That would convey my feelings and my belief,
Without any explanation the word that I would use,
Of course that word it would be, “piece”.

Long ago, I had a piece of a dream,
Then I once had a piece of a pie,
At one time I was a piece of a team,
Then I once had a piece of a sigh;
There was once a puzzle piece that I found,
Then once before I shared a piece of a goal,
My father is buried in a piece of the ground,
And I once shared a piece of my soul.

“Piece”, that one word it reflects my own belief,
From what I had and also from what I wanted,
In times it has given me both strength and relief,
And it's power, I have used and I have flaunted;
And then and if my world changes once again,
Hopefully the pain and the turmoil in my soul will cease,
Then a homonym of my chosen word I will use again,
The word with the new meaning still would be, “Peace”.

Randy L. McClave