Not Ever Obsolete Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Can't stop the seasons from changing. Time just keeps rearranging,
altering the fabrics of life. As threads get worn and slowly torn
from the quilts we wrap ourselves in, at night. And no colorful trend or needle can mend what the years have been showing, forlornly
knowing, all we've been holding onto so tight, is slowly diminishing from our sight. Slipping from our grasp...Feeling
naked and unmasked, alone and reaching for the past.Trying to cling to everything we knew.But nothing is ever really threw.A single
piece of ply, within the hearts layers lie. Intertwined. The
pattern maybe old, tarnished and stained, but not ever changed!
Lost or obsolete.