Time - the master craftsman
First, let's you grow;
For you are his marble slab
On which his work will show.
He gradually and silently chips
His chisel makes no noise!
He is a master of stealth
And works with elegant poise'
Suddenly, one day, the mirror shows a face,
The wrinkles are etched all over,
And spread across your face.
The furrows run deep on your forehead
And a gradual baldness shows,
The sculptor has done his work
Both steady and slow.
Your eyes get set deeper
With blotches on your skin
Your face begins to shrink
With a toothless baby grin.
Time - the master craftsman
Has now perfected his work of art,
Looking for other slabs
For his next work to start!
