I watch them tearing a building down,
A gang of men in a busy town,
With a ho heave ho and a lusty yell,
They swung a beam and a side wall fell
And I asked the foreman, "Are these men skilled,
Are they the men he'd hire if he had to build?"
He laughed and said, "No indeed,
Just common labor's all I need.
I can easily wreck in a day or two,
What builders have taken a year to do."
I asked myself as I went my way
Which of these roles have I tried to play?
Am I a builder who works with care,
Measuring life with a ruler and a square?
Or am I a wrecker who walks the town,
Content with the labor of tearing down?
Author Unknown
I think this says it all!
God Bless!
Capt. Bill
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