This is such a metaphor
Take a hold of this string in my hand
Tie it in many knotts.
Loop it around and through it on the ground
And maybe wait until it rots.
Who cares for its a piece of string
Nothing but an old blueish thing
Its an old worn out batered
And broken down thing
that put out its use
So just forget about the srting
But wait in the distance
here comes a kid
Oh look he says now
I can fix my shoelace.
You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click hereScroll all the way down to read replies.Show all stories by Author:  28767 ( Click here )
Spring is coming | 
