Saturday, February 28, 2009

My Favorite Boys

Here are my favorite Prince's - aren't they darling? Uh, I
mean handsome!

This poem reminds me of why I do what I do every day.

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 fashion it no more!

I took a piece of living clay,
And gently pressed it day by day,
And moulded with my power and art
A young child’s soft and yielding heart.

I came again when years had gone:
It was a man I looked upon.
He still that early impress bore
And I could fashion it no more.

Author Unknown