My life is like a rope
Long with frequent tangles
I am made up of many materials
It doesn't matter what kind
I am useful to others, a resource
I am not perfect, never straight as an arrow
Full of many tangles, each its own size,
Big or small, the rope flows on
Never ending, a stairway to heaven
Full of knots and loose ends
All waiting to be met, overcome, and fixed
Many different colors make up the rope
To each its own, never failing to be itself
I am like a rope
I am you.