Shona

Please excuse my hard exterior For I see you have to chisel slow In order to force through me To form the creation in your mind That you see Please excuse the mess that I make As you chip away my excess In order to get rid of the mistakes To create the creation in your mind At whatever the risk may take Please excuse the cracks in me As I age through rough weather and storms But you smooth away my damaged surface To fulfill the creation in your mind And to show me my purpose Please excuse me, for I am me For I'm like the statue and you are my sculptor I am a work in progress