God weaves the fibers of the Universe

Creating the String that is my lifetime.

On the String I slip the pearls of experiences;

People I have known

Places I have been,

Knowledge I have gained,

Loves I have experienced,

Disappointments I have overcome,

Goals I have achieved,

And shattered expectations.

All these encapsulated within

The opaque spheres

That I have placed upon the String

So that I can touch and twirl them,

Savoring the taste of memories.

The necklace grows longer as I age.

Until at last the String weakens and breaks.

Pearls scattering into the Universe

Waiting for another String to be woven.

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