There was a time I never knew
Before existance dawned
When all my hopes were spawned
An anvil where my steel was forged
A crucible where melted down
My fledgling spirit flowed
And time has made and remade
My lifes changing mould
In life and love there is no absolute
Only trust and hope
And every fear and every dream
Moves up and down the slope
As does the mountain climber
Who must always improvise
Seeking hand and foothold constantly
To gain the summits prize
But my life is more prosaic
Ordinary plain
Unless of course I choose to take
And break the mould again
Malcolm Wakeman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breaking-the-mould/
