3/8/2022

Deformed little man

Crafted from clay

Left in the sun

To dry for a day

With empty eye sockets

No way to go blind

But if something is lost

There’s no way to find it

Can’t play too rough

Or you’ll crumble to pieces

Return to the dust

From which you were made

Created with flaws

Others deem to be beautiful

Yet from where you’re standing

It’s a hard view to see