Lying inert on his creaking bed <br />The old man entertained himself <br />Watching a spider spinning a web <br /> <br />The little creature deftly moved <br />From mirror to ceiling weaving <br />Long almost invisible lines of mesh <br /> <br />An hour later its web was ready <br />With several tiny insects trapped <br />Within its very delicate precincts <br /> <br />The old man smiled like King Bruce <br />He too was impressed by the spider <br />Its determined and indomitable spirit <br /> <br />Each time it slipped or fell, undeterred <br />It went back to its job on hand quietly <br />Following its ' never say die" philosophy<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-man-and-his-muse/
