Molding Lives

"I took a piece od plastic clay and idly fashioned it one day;
And as my fingers pressed it still, It bent and yielded to my will.
I came again when days were past. The bit of clay was hard at last;
My early impress it still bore and I could change it no more."

"You take a piece of living claly and gently form it day by day;
Mouldinf it with your power and art, a young boy's soft and yielded heart.
You come again when years are past, gone it is a man you look upon.
Your early impress still it bore and you can change him never more!"

Author Unknown