I stand as a man,
seasoned and proud,
possessing strength akin to Hercules.
Yet within, I harbor the essence of a child,
inexperienced and feeble,
endowed with the plaything called life.
A divine bestowal, if you may.
Yet, adulthood unveils life's gravity,
no mere amusement but a solemn venture.
At times, I ponder relinquishing my toy,
too massive, unwieldy, fragile,
anxiety-ridden, bashful,
a challenge to manage,
with intricate parts awaiting swift assembly.
Yet, if returned to God,
would a simpler, better-suited replacement emerge?
Until that choice materializes,
I'll cling to the bestowed gift,
for, in the end,
it remains a cherished offering.
--