Ode to the Woodworker

We think we know the person that we are

But do we know how we made it this far?

Was it a ramble or a leap, was it a was it a swoosh or a creep?

 

Some are born to fly and some just wonder why

Some have found the way and some are led astray

Perhaps it was the path but who am I to say?

 

I only know the walk that led me on my way

It wasn’t made by me that much I can see

But rather someone else’s creativity.

 

It’s time to show the master’s work

His joy to give for me to take

He carved the path to let me reach

 

 

To be the person that I am

To share with him the joy we see

His support is what made me me.