cloth of life
so new
and
so clean
and look at us here
so
threadbare
the spent and
the new can
weave such
spectacular
tapestries
****
There once was
a young new prince
who refused to wear any of his new clothes.
He thought, "if I unwrap this lovely new attire they
will only wear out, and cease to be new."
"But these clothes are of the finest and
a gift fashioned just for you," stated the wise old King.
"Intended to wear, and experience all your seasons."
A gift
royally decreed
to be lived in
and
simply just to
be
The prince starkly declined
under lock and key
and sadly
no woven tapestry
[and the King silently passed away]
****
