Tention Weave

There are those who sneer,
And their shoulders shrug.
If you should suggest,
Start weaving a rug.

They fuss and they fume,
The world is too fast.
Yesterday has gone,
To join in the past.

Their nerves are unstrung,
They try-out a cure.
But all in their pills,
Proves only a lure.

But there is a way,
For all folks...to find.
Just begin weaving a rug,
And then you'll unwind.


E.P. 1908 - 1989