The Thread Of Life Poem by Anonymous Anonymous

A fragile thread spun in the dark,
Each moment a stitch, each choice a mark.
The laughter rings, the sorrow hums,
A symphony of what's to come.

The morning whispers of dreams untold,
Evening sighs as the heart grows bold.
The journey winds through sun and rain,
Each path unique, each step with pain.

In fleeting days and endless nights,
We seek the truth, we chase the light.
Life's beauty lies in its embrace,
Of every trial, every grace.

Hold steady, the thread won't break,
It bends, it weaves, for hope's own sake.
For in this dance of joy and strife,
We find the meaning: this is life.