Where once I was strong in both web and in weft

Enduring things that saw others bereft

A selvedge to field all that life‘s muse could throw

My purpose evolved, I was ready to sew

Made up then, was I, into various things

With exploits that taught me what fortitude brings

Stretched to the limits and pulled into line

Casually thrown into shapes that were mine

Bought and then fraught by a starry-eyed punk

Torn and forlorn and discarded as junk

My once pristine knap became coarser with use

My character grew as my weave became loose

Until these days I’m faded, my purity past

Experience shows me that youth cannot last

My fibres are softer, my years are portrayed

My thread’s prone to damage, more easily frayed

I’m fragile and jaded, I’m shabby and chic

Perhaps I’ll emerge as a priceless antique.