The Carver of Life

The scribbles of life
Marking his strife
Sketched with a knife
That was for his wife

Woke up very early
To check on the Daily
And set his plan clearly
Knowing what to rally

Taking his wood to carve
An image of a young dove
With every calculated move
Trusting the one above

Lunchtime came fast
A sweet moment to rest
Tasting his yummy toast
And a melon for his thirst

Return from the spoon
Into a busy afternoon
To do this very soon
Before rising of the moon

Finally, sunset’s come
Time to leave for home
But it’s never the same
There’s more to his fame!

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