Tapestry 2007 - 2010 Don Lubin

 

Once, when I was very young, many long years ago,

Riding my tricycle all around, digging caves in the snow,

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I felt safe in my mother’s arms, I learned at my father’s knee.

I mostly escaped from harm, and mostly my mind was free.

F

I wanted to be someone, with something important to do.

Maybe a scientist? Maybe a witch? Maybe a senator too.

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F

Now my mother is dead and gone, my father and brother too;

Some of my friends have followed along; nothing much I could do.

C

I know I never will see them again. All I can say is goodbye.

Each of us has a time to live, and each has a time to die.

F

My cousins’ children are growing up strong, it’s really a pleasure to see.

Even some grandchildren coming along, renewing the family.

F

Once when I was on my own, many long years ago,

I came to a fork in the road and wondered which way to go.

C

Should I seek fortune? Should I seek fame? Would I get carried away?

Slyly designing computer games? Or trapped as a CPA?

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I decided to save the world, and give what I had to give.

Devising new places for people to meet, ways for people to live.

C

Now I’m not sure that it did that much good, for all of my social concerns.

Now I would rather just walk in the woods and study the flowers and ferns.

F

Counting them up. Counting them down. Counting with fear, and with pride.

Species are dying as rapidly now as in days when the dinosaurs died.

F

Life is a tapestry, we are a thread of interconnectivity.

If we cut holes it will tatter and shred, with nothing much left to see.

F

Yes, I am much older now; my hair and my beard are white.

I wish we were wiser somehow, more able to see the light.

C

We’re cutting and clearing wherever we want, no matter what issues there be,

Just paying a cost that is never the cost, for a freedom that doesn't come free.

F

Not everyone knows their way; not everybody cares.

Most everyone spends their days blissfully unawares.

C

Nothing is going to be anymore the way it has been in the past.

What is the purpose of having it all if nothing is going to last?

F

Isn’t there anything people can do? Now is the time to try.

Care for the spaces where species abide, or many of them will die.

F

Life is a tapestry, we are a thread of interconnectivity.

If we tear holes it will tatter and shred, ‘til nothing is left to be.

F

Life is a tapestry, we are a thread of interconnectivity.

If we tear holes it will tatter and shred, with none of us left to be.

F

C = C F C G

........C F C G C

F = F C G C

... ..F C G C(FC)