There’s an old man with a walker I pass by him every day,
stooped shoulders, steadily shuffles, as if warp, he knows his way.
Thoughts, as ever, weave together when wisdom’s beam is inclined;
my hands are stronger than his, yet his grasp is stronger, I find.
There’s a young man with a smart phone he passes me every day,
such steady searching shuttling strides, as if weft, he seeks his way.
thoughts, whenever, weave together, past hunger pangs remind;
my thoughts were born from life and time; his are still being refined.
There’re vast millions now alive, they pass and mingle every day,
so similar, yet, each unique, as if thread, placed to inlay.
thoughts, so clever, weave together, while new revelations bind;
sharing knowledge increases strength, through wisdom we are aligned.
there’re countless generations each aspiring to convey,
infinite individuals in foundational array.
thoughts, forever, weave together, gifts from every mortal mind;
life’s loom creates these tapestries transcendent for humankind.