About the Work
Basking in the glory of yesterday can throw shade
on the duties of today.
Create a new fabric,be renewed,be refined
need be tucked away
In the safekeeping of darkness.
We meditate too long, on memories gone.
Basking in yesterday's glory
is like a mother mourning
A dead child while ignoring the
Ones still living.
Its seems wiser to visit the past.
Returning to the future with relevance
Restoring lost arts.
Still require new thread.
Cloth left in the light too long will
Give into withering, fading and shredding.
Be about the work need now need doing.
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