The Tapestry of Life
The threads in the warp are tied tight,
Twenty four for them for each man;
Twelve of them for the starry night,
A dozen for the hours a day does span.
But even if the hours are fixed,
In the warp held by steady Horai;
The weft is of many colours mixed,
And is spun by the frivolous Moirai.
Steadily and firmly these threads do ply,
Each minute a rare and precious gift,
How each hour, to our efforts, we apply
Determines our goal or sets us adrift.
In the eternal cosmic interplay,
Betwixt odds lost and risks taken;
Our life is built each night and day,
By roads followed and paths forsaken.
Destiny is not something set in stone,
Written at the time of we are born;
It evolves from our actions alone,
And with glory, our lives adorn.
Life is choice, chance and circumstance
A tapestry of regrets or memories to rejoice
Woven by the fixed warp of chance
And laced by the weft of firm choice.
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