Monday Poem- “Patchwork Quilt”

Patchwork Quilt

Not like clockwork but like patchwork
The old man pulls together
His last remaining
And fastly draining days.
Each stitch he’s sewing
Is quickly slowing
His rhythm and timing
But he keeps on stitching
(Keeps on shining)
Because he knows he ain’t got long
And who wants a tightly-wound-up old clock?
Isn’t that boring
Compared to this quilt?
Isn’t his story,
Patched from scraps that he’s been dealt,
Still imploring
An exchange of knowledge
For what can be experienced and felt?

So this old man
Will add patches
Thread by thread
By thread by thread
Until the clock runs out
And this patchwork-man is dead,
But the life he lives will keep going
Long after he stops sewing
Because the patchwork quilt gives warmth to all who know him.

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One response to “Monday Poem- “Patchwork Quilt”

  1. best read slow
    breathing in between
    pondering the implications
    thanks Nick

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