The Threads of Life

The threads of life are many; coloured bright                              
And tied in knots so intricate and strong;                              
They bind us to the ones we love, so tight                              
And keep us in the place where we belong.                              

The threads of life are twisted 'round until                              
Some weaken, stretch and snap beneath the strain                    
Of daily life, the dreams we don't fulfil                              
And memories of past and distant pain.                              

The threads of life have many edges frayed                              
As they become unravelled over time;                              
They flutter: meek, forlorn as good things fade                    
And nearby bells of death begin to chime.                              

The threads of life are woven with the strands                    
Of those we loved, who hugged us, held our hands.