Tapestry

Inspired in part by the Star Trek Next Generation episode of the same name, and the song "Tapestry" that I recall sung my Mary O'Hara ages ago.

Tapestry

Looking back, the mottled hands,
Almost at the end of flowing sands
Of the egg timer. The hair thinning,
As the record ending its spinning.
A relic of archaism in a digital age:
The lost earth magic of the sage;
At the ancient stones, long ago,
Passing of the sun, rain and snow,
Now beginning in old age to slow;
But the memories persist, remain:
Times of great joy, times of pain;
A tapestry, threads woven ,whole :
Completion as time takes its toll;
The hour is here, the time is late:
Threads woven by a spinning Fate ;
And memories fading into gray;
A twilight world, no speech to say,
As words drift off, decay, are lost
For this is the price, the final cost
Of long life, well lived, an ending;
The tapestry rips, a last rending:
Frayed threads, it comes apart
The last beating of a dying heart