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The Builder (Poem)

I saw them tearing a building down,
a group of men in a busy town.

With a hefty blow and a lusty yell,
They swung with zest,
and the sidewall fell.
I asked the foremen,
“are these men skilled?

The kind you would hire,
if you had to build?”

He looked at me, and laughed,
“no, indeed!

Unskilled labor is all I need.
Why, they can wreck in a day or two,
What has taken builders years to do.”

I asked myself, as I went my way,
which of these roles have I tried to play?

Am I a builder with rule and square,
measuring and constructing with skill and care?

Or am I the wrecker, who runs the town,
content with the business of tearing down?

Writer: Anonymous

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B Sheneman
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I saw them tearing a building down,
A gang of men in a busy town.

With a “yo heave ho!” and a lusty yell,
They swung a beam and the sidewall fell.

I asked the foreman if these men were as skilled,
As those he would hire if he were to build?

He laughed and said, “oh, no indeed!
Common Labor is all I need.”

“For they can wreck in a day or two,
What others have taken years to do.”

So I asked myself as I went my way,
Which of these roles am I to play?

Am I the builder who works with care,
Measuring life by the rule and square?

Or am I the wrecker who walks the town,
Content in the role of tearing down?

Anonymous

I hope this helps

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