Every evening Humbly watches the boats go by
Dreaming a life he never dared to live
He was too shy
But no regrets, his mind sails around the world
And far beyond
With his big feet firmly on the ground
I created this poem before I finished mister Humbly and I saw his looks in my mind. How sad he didn't turn out the way I wanted. I used the wrong clay and painting was a disaster. It became a mess. I wanted to drop him in the category 'unfinished', I have so many of them...... But mr Humbly was stubborn although he is shy. He whispered please let me play my part. So Mr Humbly became my teacher: You can't always make what you want.....