Fresh Clay

I'm what you may call fresh clay..... we've all at some time passed this way. I'm cold, moist, soft, and tender, just waiting to be held..... If I'm not held, molded, and shaped then we all fail Yes! I need a pair of clean, warm loving hands..... If I can get this now, once my texture begins to set I know I'll be able to stand Too often fresh clay like myself is left untouched.... But we later shake our hands when we can't feel that old, dry, unshapely stuff that should've been reached Time is of the essence, I really cannot wait...... So, someone, please! Send me a pair of warm, strong, gentle hands, don't hesitate