I watched them tear a building down,
A gang of men in a busy little town.
With a big heave-ho and a lusty yell,
They swung a beam and the wall fell.
I asked the foreman, "Are
these men skilled,
And the ones
you’d
hire if you had to build?"
He gave a laugh
and said: "No,
indeed.
Just common laborers is all I need.
I can easily wreck in a day or two,
What builders
have taken a year to do."
And I thought to myself as I went away,
Which of these roles have I tried to play?
Am I builder who works with fond care,
Measuring life by the rule and square?
Am I shaping my deeds to a well laid plan,
Patiently doing the best that I can?
Or am I a wrecker who walks through the
town,
Just content with labor of tearing down?
(Author unknown)
