THE RESHAPING OF THE CLAY

Where are the days of my youth 
What has happened to those bright eyes 
And sharp mind 
Who stole the dreams of my childhood? 
O the fleeting years!

Seems like only yesterday 
Fear was not a foe but a joke
But now, each step is questionable 
I am aided by a cane and a prayer

He who once skipped 
Across rivers and streams 
Are now on bending knees 
The world and its beauty difficult to see
Death has become a reality 

Live your life, do as you please 
Words of a fool
And I've attended such schools 
When I was a youth 

Now my days are short 
The rapid beating of my heart 
Has slowed to a crawl 
And at times, needing to be restart 

The shadow of death clouds my mind 
And I am afraid of leaving this world behind 
But I am as clay in his hands 
And who can rescue me 
From his master plan.

Wilford Barker.