The Eye Of The Needle

All the needles sitting to attention in the packet Waiting for you to pick one with the biggest eye Their shiny coat glistens in the bright day, Their fine lines waiting to be caressed. Brightly coloured cotton reels of differing sizes In the sewing box like a multi coloured painters Palette. A rainbow of colours both big and small Roll around the box. You select one reel and run your fingers through The packet of needles, looking for the right one. The one that you can see that you can thread The cotton through – but Arrghh – C’est impossible. Needle in one hand, cotton in the other, you spend Ten minutes squinting at the eye of the needle Trying to thread the cotton. The cotton brushes Over the eye but alas, it passes along side. Life can be a bit like threading cotton through the Eye of a needle. You look at a problem yet the eyes Deceive and you lose the thread. Only patience prevails In this uncertain world. Patience and perseverance.