A Child's Heart

I took a piece of living clay,
And idly molded 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 piece of clay was hard at last.
The shape I gave it still it bore,
And I could change it nevermore.

I took a piece of living clay,
And gently formed it, day by day,
I molded it with power and art---
A young child's soft and yielding heart.
I came again when years were gone,
He was a man I looked upon.
He still that early impress bore,
And I could change him, nevermore.

~Author Unknown~
Ase' Khnum