'A Piece of Plastic Clay'..... an anonymous poem.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 passed,
The bit of clay was hard at last,
The form I gave it still it bore,
But I could change that form no more.
I took a piece of living clay,
And touched it gently day by day,
And moulded with my power and art,
A young child's soft and yielding heart.
I came again when years were gone,
It was a mind I looked upon,
That early impress still he wore,
And I could change that form no more.
