There is always hope…I hope.
So, there is always pain mundane.
In the fullness of time, all prevail.
Unless, of course, they fail.
All weaves wear thin & fade their dies.
In time, even truths & lies.
A loom’s product both flatters & chides.
These clothes do hide our hides.
Our hopes & pains wont always fit;
Change is constant, change is it.

