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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The mythical fates had a dubious task Sewing the cloth of life for men “How did that work?” you ask Well, get three sisters who sew Give each one a specific job. When done, down the tubes you go. Anyway get the picture…its destiny Clotho sews the cloth of life Putting in all the events for a person Joyful time or existence filled with strife It was then that life could improve or worsen Marriage, children, oops…divorce, of course Married again, children, oh no….divorce You forgot to remember…don’t use force Or, you’ll wind up in the pokey like any dark horse Lachesis the much important second sister… Her job was vast and excitingly dire The name was a tongue twister Yet, imagine the names of all the men Placed in a big jug…she’s been hired To draw a name---uh oh…what did you win? A one way trip up to angels or down to be fired No matter ready or not, you’re officially a “has been.” Well, are you ready for the third little lady? Just so you know Atropos means death Now let’s review…here’s a dry run. Sewer, drawer…so what’s left? Someone has to use the cutters This third gal chops it off---life’s cloth Word is she does not even sputter One whack and a snip—it’s like flame to the moth. Best advice…be careful when you refer to fate These little old ladies take offense…uh, oh too late!
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