CP Dunbar on wed 23 oct 96
I happened upon a poem that fixed my attention.
Three children, and a busy schedule can be a problem
as I am sure many of you know.
This reminds one poignantly of the late Harry Chapin's song,
The Cat's in the Cradle.
The Sculptor
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,
That bit of clay, was hard at last,
The form I gave it, still it bore,
And I could change that form no more.
Then I took a piece of LIVING clay
And gently formed 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 change it, nevermore.
(Author Unknown)
......Enjoy your day.......cp
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CP Dunbar
Leesville, SC USA
address cpdunbar@concentric.net
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