By: Charles Benvegar
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?
