Life ties itself

Life ties itself with trembling thread
 to very self and soul and packages
the world we see, delivers it on hold.
Held tight in close possession
each package trimmed and bowed,
holds worlds of stark procession
that only one can know.
And when fate nods its awesome head
shakes languid locks and calls,
each one to follow close behind,
such packaged worlds must fall.
They sit as sorry evidence,
some trimmed and tightly bowed,
but others open, disarrayed;
their useless selves to show.