Poem by T.Yates

A Nice Poem to inspire all. Be careful how we mould a child. Soon Keow

By T.Yates

I found a piece of plastic clay

And idly fashioned it one day;

And as my fingers pressed it still

It moved and yielded at my will.

I came again when days had past,

The lump 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 formed it day by day,

And molded with my power and art,

A young child's soft and yielding heart.

I came again when days were gone;

It was a man I looked upon,

He still that early impress bore,

And I could change him never more.