Good Things

I once heard an old man say, 

Shaping vase out of the clay

Into subtle forms sublime,

Listen son good things take time.

All my life I have thought of this,

When a task was lacking bliss

When the work seemed awfully tough

And I thought I'd had enough.

So I'd give a little more 

To what sometimes seemed a chore

And you know without a doubt

Good things always came about.