Fabric of Human Life
We humans are like freshly washed clothes on clothes lines
fluttering in gentle breeze, different designs,
made up of all colours, different shapes and size
created for certain jobs, live under same skies,
we have purpose, a reason, we are all needed
like clothes on that line one day we'll be depleted,
through out life our bodies and our minds change, redrawn
lost sent down unknown paths looking for a new dawn,
feeling life's burden just like that heavy clothes line
unable to be free in grips of its confine,
if our clothes are uncared for, not washed hung to dry
they can always be reused, we wither and die,
I see those drying clothes in a different light
life on lines so colourful, useful, soft and bright.
Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2018
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