Suspended from rings that hang delicately
From rods so thin, so frail, so skinny
The fabric dangles so loosely
What happens if someone should yank it free?
Will the thin rod hold the rings or break?
Will the rings be strong or give way
Or shall the skimpy fabric suffer
And tear from its so-called secured hanger?
Gently, it dances with the wind
Gracefully it moves about
But when the tempest pours its rage out
The sleek and the smooth shall be screened.
To survive, all parts must be thickened
All weak points - lessened
But the gaiety, beauty and grace
Shall be lessended by this strong embrace.
So what should it be?
Pulchritudinous but still so frail
Or hardened in case of gales,
Calloused, ugly and yet - so free?