Life is just a slender thread
Like the magic of the spider’s web

It shimmers yellow, white and gold
The hard-spun patterns, soft and bold

The rain-dewed threads, take hours to spin
Like life’s journey, where does it begin?

The spider takes it in her stride,
She plods away, her skill her pride.

So many different webs she weaves,
It’s hard to see just where she leaves.

The thread it quivers, very frail
Just like life and it’s uncertain trail.

Another night, another day
The Spider’s web has gone away.

So make the most of each new day
One slip and the thread, like life, slips away.
It's too precious, don't let it slip away

Barbara Brewin 19th November 2002