Follow the thread
in and through the fabric,
this tapestry...
or is this too trite?
This little life
this stretched out line,
so very fine, this thin thread,
woven in and out.
I belabour the point.
Is this moot?
Still, follow the thread to the end.
Delicate, fragile,
handle with care.
A rare and beautiful gem,
a beating heart,
is dangling there.
Adelaide Bond
Rainy and dreary with clouds overhead
Easy to start feeling down
But pull yourself up by the boot straps
Wipe off that ugly frown
When weathermen frown, smile right back
It'll chase all those blues away
No one can tell you what day to have
You're the one in control of your day
Please let me know if you're tired of hearing
My constant “be happy” stuff
Certainly don't mean to belabour the point
Enough is enough is enough
Just trying to pass on the things I've learned
During my 78 years of life
Perhaps it'll help somebody in need one day
To help them through times of strife
Well I don't hear you say, “We've had enough!”
“Write something else for a change”
So until I do, it'll be business as usual
Have a good day and I'll have the same
© Jack Ellison 2013
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