Since there is no potter, carpenter or poet on high in my vocabulary, I guess I'll have to mold this clay and get it fired before my tracks are obliterated by time.
I had to wait a long time to find the poet within me "bestowed by . . . the Poet on High." Still it was worth the wait. Yes, I agree with the sentiments of the poem. It will be nice to know that one has left something behind, not just a "lump of clay" to be recycled.
John
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Great allegory here.
Ron
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