Some lives are made with burlap string,
Some lives are spun with silken thread,
But you wove mine a strong weaving,
From strands of pounded gold instead.
could i have a piece of YOUR life? i could use the cash. my life parts are from a junk yard. that's why some are particularly hard. but they're stuck together with spittle... from former quarterback Y. A. Tittle, so each day i advance.....an additional yard. bri :)
Strong waving defines life's destination and this poem is entirely nice and interesting. Wise sharing done.10
Beautiful imagery, amazing analogy. Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely rhythm in this poem. It flows really well and the last line is just right for an ending. Delightful to read. Love Ernestine