The Craftsmen

The Craftsmen

A Poem by Ben S.

The Craftsman

I am a craftsman of my work

I spend numerous days and nights

Sawing, making smooth, and polishing

Making what ever my heart desires

Infinitesimal possibilities the only limit being my mind

Hands weary but rough have the precision of any machine

My goal to make a piece to last decades

Then people will remember me as a true

Craftsman of my work

 

© 2013 Ben S.


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Added on September 4, 2013
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A Poem by Ben S.