I have a workshop that helps keep me sane
I’m going there soon to make things again
Working with timber on a lathe I turn wood
I make small pots and bowls that are sometimes quite good
But the disasters that happen when the timber it splits
Or the slip of a chisel makes one bust into bits
Just goes to teach me I have lots still to learn
To make items perfect is something that I yearn
But with music from radio and a big mug of tea
I make something useful from a chunk of old tree
Something that someone will cherish and keep
When I’m gone from the world and take the Long Sleep
For I’m not making things for cash or to sell
I give them as gifts to prove I lived well
My friends and my family and my loved ones to
All get a ***, and this ones for you.......