Lonely little carpet tuft
A twisted woolly Joshua tree
Surrounded by its fallen friends
Alone in a threadbare woven field
Lone standing tuft
Defy the foot
What age are you in carpet years?
Is it spring and you're the first to wake?
Or are you old but still strong enough
To keep what winter wants to take?
Lone standing tuft
Defy the foot
Is it luck that you're still standing
And you've not been flattened too?
Do you tremble in the little wind
That's squeezed out by my shoe?
Lone standing tuft
Defy the foot
Has your tuftiness mutated so
Your strands are made of steel?
Is it sheer determination
You'll never bend beneath the heel?
Lone standing tuft
Defy the foot

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