broken molds

you are god’s finest work, you are his art
when he made me he goofed, had to restart

to make up for the gaffe, he gave me a heart
so big and strong it must be wheeled in a cart
to be showered on all others, not sold at wal-mart

large enough for anyone’s lives torn apart
to make a new beginning, to make a new start

while you can get away with a tongue that’s a dart
you’ll always be forgiven for whatever wart
for you are his masterpiece, his finest work of art