I Took a Piece of Plastic Clay

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

I took a piece of plastic clay

And idly fashioned it one day-And as my fingers pressed it, still

It moved and yielded to my will.
I came again when days were past

The bit of clay was hard at last.

The form I gave it, still it bore,

And I could change that form no more!
I took a piece of living clay,

And gently fashioned it day by day,

And molded with my power and art

A young child's soft and yielding heart.
I came again when years were gone:It was a man I looked upon.

He still that early impress bore,

And I could fashion it never more.