![]() The CraftsmenA 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 Last Updated on September 4, 2013 |