Loops Poem by Seamus O' Brian

The thread of this day has unwound
Un-spooled loops lay at my feet,
And looking at the tangled lengths
I am left to contemplate that this
Is what I have purchased with
Hours from my life; these tangled
Loops have cost me a day of living.
No refunds.
No returns. No exchanges.
All sales final.
So I gather them up, frustrating and beautiful
In their imperfection, for they are mine,
And I carry them hopefully into
Tomorrow.