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