.3. Broken Mould Poem by David Threadgold
.3. Broken Mould
Did someone make a mould for man?
In which a life to make
Like potters in a workshop
Then in a kiln to bake
Every mould would be unique
Slight changes to our looks
Decided by the maker
Not plans set out in books
Sometimes the moulds are perfect
But often flaws and cracks
Turn out a batch of seconds
With creaking bones and backs
© 2008 David Threadgold
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