Spinning Webs and Sad Gray

Spinning Webs And Sad Gray Spinning webs hold my life in place gems waiting from flames yet to be lit Why would set sail to another shore? When this one, rocks as it slowly moans Morn's new frost never touches my toes nor dawn's beaming rays fail to inspire Car wreck yesterday by our home roadside two bodies, lifeless there lay I wondered will school be different Monday? Now that death has touched my soul Last year father died, and my tears I withheld not manly to show such a display Lessons learned at home and at life Death, death has the final say! R.J. Lindley 1970 Old Note. Winter's bitter cold tells me I am still alive.. New Note - First poem in my oldest surviving private journal. I thought today may be a good day to post it , as it was written in June, one year after my father's death in 1969.. Third Note- Funny how it doesn't even rhyme...