The moments that click by in a life time

Some days there seems to be no rtmythm or rhyme

Succluded in a cavern of self doubt and loathing

Feelings that weigh down the soul and keep us from floating

Followed by the days that we are full of life and joy

The flutters of anticiapation like the first love if a girl and a boy

The days when we see beyond the small horizons of our self

Days that our eyes are open and we can see that humanity is the wealth

The small moments although they seem as if they do not matter

They are woven deeply in fabric that binds us all. A treasure to gather

The fabric is woven and stitched, colors vibrant and varied as the lives that created them

Some threads are worn and tattered , broken and dingy but each one a gem

The darkest parts of the pattern come together in perfect blend

A quilt of love, pain, triumph, heartache, a endless trickle of humanity’s bond

Together woven an endless quilt that binds us all together. Makes mankind strong