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  신현용 2003-08-12 17:10:35, Hit : 1991
Subject   Two Poems
I took a piece of plastic clay
  And idly fashioned it one day,
     And as my fingers pressed it still,
        It moved and yielded to my will.
I came again when days were passed;
  The bit of clay was hard at last,
     The form I gave it still it bore,
        But I could change that form no more.

I took a piece of living clay
  And touched it gently day by day,
    And molded with my power and art
       A young child's soft and yielding heart.
I came again when years were gone;
  It was a mind I looked upon;
     that early impress still he bore,
        But I could change that form no more.

Some would gather money
   Along the path of life,
Some would gather roses,
   And rest from worldly strife;
But I would gather children
   From among the thorns of sin,
I would seek a golden curl,
   And a freckled, toothless grin.
For money can not enter
   In that land of endless day,
And roses that are gathered
   Soon will wilt along the way.
But oh, the laughing children,
   As I cross the sunset sea,
And the gates swing wide to heaven
   I can take them in with me!

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