Worn out

I I am a puzzle, missing some pieces. The picture on the box, faded, and full of creases. This old puzzle is out of style. My edges are worn and soft, that is why I am now at the bottom of the pile. The younger players do not like the old school stuff. But the shiny new puzzle, with the flashy picture. Is cool, and they just cannot get enough. As, long as I am still in the pile. I might come back into style. And someday, someone into old school. Will work with me and see the picture I can be. And we can leave the puzzle together, for the world to see.

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