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.
