Life's Rich Tapestry

Occasionally a chance arises,
To repair a tattered weave,
With knots undone, those woven threads
Become a silky sieve.
That rip, that break, that unsightly tear,
It's impossible to wear,
So gently twist and intertwine,
That wayward bit of string,
Let colors flow and fabric shine,
Like the tapestry of a king.