Some people live a perfect life, doing everything right
Nothing touches them, disaster passes them by,
They would worry if they had anything to worry about.
All the best of life comes their way, like metal to a magnet
Two point two children just happen without to much pain.
Sports cars and people carriers on the drive,
Of their multi bed roomed semi-detached house in posh streets.
Theirs is a life without wax.
Stone masons cut perfect in white stone
Nothing more clean and smooth as they form they create,
Their world is purer, clean, crisp and unblemished.
All of the form comes together in a beautiful statue
Tough and bright, yet smooth and soft telling a story.
Standing tall the finished object speaking to all,
Not a wrong chip, not a small crack, no imperfection to see
Now that’s without wax.
You see folks there are times in life when we all need wax,
The stone mason made mistakes; there were blemishes, for this there was wax.
People are like stone masons things do happen, dangers that little lies could fix.
Once the stone mason had placed his wax he would polish it out, till unseen
People do that too cover up a little something, change a few figures, all is well
Perfection is without wax, their no people are not without wax,
No one is clean, pure or perfect,
Even the best have wax somewhere.
- Yes Lots