All the little pieces Falling off of me I scramble to collect And keep where I can see The loss and every fail The many interruptions Like raindrops and cold hail And falsely fought deductions Yet you are here to cover To glue the jigsaw whole And likely to discover Where I have lost control A master in the arts Of breaking my confusion Assembling the parts To tumble the delusion You make when I just break You heal when I can't feel You soothe from rough to smooth Revealing while I peel My wife, my love, and life I'm here to hear your truth Adhere to what is real And nurse my naive youth