The Quilts of Life
They say we live in moments
That we wish would never end,
Dreaming of the fantasies
Of things that could have been.
They say we wish our lives away
And fail to understand,
That each and every second
Weaves a quilt of many strands.
This quilt is made of memories,
The good mixed with the bad;
Each moment we remember
Is a different-colored thread.
When looking from a distance
At these complex quilts of life,
We notice how the patterns
Are comprised of joy and strife.
Without the present struggles
Here to balance out the good,
The shapes our quilts are made of
Would be skewed more than they should.
You see, the point i'm making
Is that every little thing,
Is stitched into the quilts of life
So very seamlessly.
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