The Builder
Author unknownI watched them tearing a building down,
A gang of men in a busy town.
With a ho-heave-ho and a lusty yell,
They swung the beams and the side walls fellI asked the foreman, Are these men skilled,
The kind you'd hire were you to build?
He laughed and said, Why, no indeed!
Just common laborers are all I need.They can easily wreck in a day or two
What builders have taken years to do.
And I thought to myself as I went my way:
What part in the game of life do I play?Am I a builder who works with care,
measuring life by the rule and square?
Am I shaping my deeds to a well-made plan,
patiently doing the best I can?Or am I a wrecker who walks the town,
Content with the labor of tearing down?