Threads

With the threads of our lives what will we weave?
With the threads of our lives what will we leave?
What sort of tapestry will it be?
A refuge from the storm in the sheltering lee?
Or that of a rough and storm tossed sea?
All we see now are the knots in the back
The knots that are yours and the knots that are mine
The knots that are tied tight by the shuttle of time
Threads of light and threads of gloom
Threads of our lives upon the loom
'Twill be not long 'till the shuttle is stilled
And the bottom of the glass with sand is filled

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