What is the life of a Clay Man

I am a clay man.
Every day I am refined.
Who I was creeps behind me,
As though it were a snakes tail.

I am a clay man.
Why do you see me as a snake?
Who I am is right in front of you,
Yet every day you look behind.

I am a clay man.
Do you see, who will I be?
Time reaches into my moist flesh,
But I work at refining myself.

I am a clay man.
Every moment so suffocating,
As my moist flesh dries.
The kiln beckons my brittle self.

Look at this clay man.
Look how refined it is.
It's smooth flesh baked hard,
It will never change.

Reviews

[B]

This clay man
The way one is seen
Does anyone spend enough time to look beyond the obvious ?

Really well done !!