THE WEAVING

Sometimes sadness leaves
like a sun set fading in the west.
Sometimes it’s more swift to exit —
like a light turned off.
Or it may fade so slowly
we’ll be unaware entirely
and may even try to find it

 

This is true of gladness, too.
Both of these consume
our hearts excursions
wandering around beneath our minds
and often shaping what we think.

 

Sadness and gladness are strands
woven into the fabric of our lives
and when we are old, if we get to be so
we can look back and see the weaving.

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