No Choice

Who chose the needle and the coloured thread To weave our destiny of happiness or dread Are we at the mercy of an invisible monogenes When we realise our lives are not simple anyway We were given choices we are led to understand Is there anybody whose life went as they had planned Life is like a tapestry, some big some small Some of them are so big the sewer runs out of thread Others are small and colourless, the owner is dead We may not have a choice in our life plan We can help put colour into others when we can If we all picked colours of many different shades Imagine the pleasure and joy this would convey