The Old Man and The Potter-a poem

There’s an old man I know-
A mirror image of myself.
He’s always hanging around,
Waving his awful habits in my face.

The old man sometimes seems part of me;
Sometimes he seems to be dead,
But by myself I can’t completely control him.

One day I met someone
Who called himself the Potter.
He knew more about me
Than I knew about myself.

He said, “If you want to
Be rid of the old man,
Let me shape your life
Like I shape this clay.”

I asked the Potter to
Shape and change my heart.
I feel more alive now,
Than I ever did before.
Rest in peace old man.