I wove a pattern for my life: -- Each day shall hold Shining bits of happiness, Rose hues of gladness Shall glimmer in each fold. I'll share the burdens of others, I'll comfort the sick and old; Thus into the cloth of my happiness, I'll weave a thread of gold. But no sorrow shall ever touch me, As into my life I weave This glorious pattern of happiness, This pattern of rose and gold. God looked down on the fabric bright, "'Tis a beautiful pattern, frail and light, But it lacks of strength." Then into the fabric He gravely wove Grey threads of pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AUTHOR TO HER BOOK by ANNE BRADSTREET ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC by JOHN DRYDEN HARLEM SHADOWS by CLAUDE MCKAY THE BALLAD OF CHICKAMAUGA [SEPTEMBER 19-20, 1863] by JAMES MAURICE THOMPSON |