The Weaver
Today's are woven with yesterday's thread
Spun by hands restless on life's silent loom
This tapestry made carried to death's bed
Woven with all the knowledge you consume
Framed to be hung on your life's hardened wall,
of what has been for the weaver, reminds
Tomorrow's thread yet to be lived at all
While the new day's cloth finally unwinds
Weave in disappointment, victories sought,
with woven memories cut and knotted
To be a reminder of what's been taught
Records the reasons for time allotted
To weave this tapestry without design
Unravels majesty and leaves but twine
Frederic Parker
10/7/14
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