Threads Redux
By Michael Tronnolone for Rosemary and Time
Inside, a man, let’s call him "the fool".
He enters the room, so lightly he treads,
for all around him are thousands of threads.
All shapes and sizes, all colours and creeds.
To pull one, he must, it's all that he needs.
So many to choose, driving him insane,
so he takes a moment, sits, and uses his brain.
The thicker the thread, the safer the bet.
Pull one of them and his life’s set.
But the thick ones are dull, and not very exciting.
The colourful ones look far more inviting!
The journey they’ll take will be ever so cool,
so he picks one. Now you’ll see why we call him “the fool”.
An adventure he took, so exhilarating,
and the things he learnt were so fascinating.
See, the thread that he pulled was ever so thin.
When it snapped, his face dropped its grin.
As he fell unto the endless abyss,
he felt that he would be remiss
to not at least contemplate bliss,
while he has forever to reminisce.