Thursday, April 5, 2012

Poem for the day

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Stone and Steel 

I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer
More woodsman's axe than surgeon's scalpel
Cleave by inertia more than intelligence

I know this
And accept it for what it is
My lot

But it need not mean I'm dull
A blunt tool
Good for nothing more than rude smashing
I'm more than that

I work hard
Keep my broad edge clean with stone and steel
And with this edge endeavor to strike with rudimentary precision
For effort and proximity can carry the day
If that's what you have

We can't all be scalpels
And axes are needed in this world
They build from the ground the platforms of the knife
There's dignity in their work
Though they're seldom celebrated for it
It's the scalpel that's revered

But blades, unattended, quickly tarnish and rust
Razor edge turns pointless
While axes, when whet, work untiringly, and long
Even when blunted by hard times

I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer
More woodman's axe than surgeon's scalpel
I endure by the effort
Stone and steel


By: Mike Seplak
4/5/12

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