Slow down, slow down,
The grass beneath is turning brown
I’m a chariot with drawn-up strings
I’m Icarus with molten wings
I feel the wind blow past my feet
As I trudge down a city street
One thread alone has come undone
And from my trousers hanging down.
Speed up, speed up,
And ride the wind
I’m a flying bat with open wings
I’m wearing two shoes with springs
In hurried haze I try to ignore
The loose thread tickling my leg some more
With every step some more unravels
And interrupts my busy travels.
I try so hard but can’t forget
The aggravating little thread
Was it a nuisance of a twine?
Was it a secret of a sign?
A gentle gesture that reminds
That like the tread, my life unwinds
And day by day, the days elapse
Until the trousers turn to scraps
Their regretful ruin I couldn’t stave
So naked I walk in my grave.
Do not ignore the thread! Yes we age - starting at birth BUT YES we have healthcare, seamstresses, dental, eyecare ...deal with life's and your body's problems as they arise - they will not magically go away as pointed out rather they get worse to a point beyond repair. Let this brilliant poem serve as a lesson!!!