A thread of regret in every stitch,
Darning the holes in a young man's dreams
To salvage his soul and his life enrich.
This blanket brings solace to a man's troubled soul,
A reminder of what could have been
Had he not had the courage to change the role
Chosen the night that he joined The Ten.
Its ragged edges now comfort his aging mind
And warm his weary, old frame,
For he knows of repentance and forgiveness, in-kind,
And that God still loves him all the same.
THE END