thought

Threads of life

Some weak and few strong.
Some with knots and few smooth.
Few to help you hang in there,
and some to hang you by.
Few you gave color to,
and some have painted you.
Some you hold on to,
and few you have to let go...
and wish the rest are strong, smooth and colorful.
Each strand weaves itself in the mesh of life,
and its mark known only when the mesh is complete.