A Life's Work We are born slabs and boulders Jagged pieces of hardened granite Stone from abstract to statuesque Sweat pours from fingers calloused. the Hammer finds its mark repeatedly As Chisel finds soft spots in vains chipped imperfections show character for once what was shapeless takes form. completion always behind schedule as labors toil makes skill set decrease Hardly ever satisfied with results end still each of us our own masterpiece