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I watched them tearing a building down,


a gang of men in a busy town.


With a ho-heave-ho and lusty yell,


they swung a beam and a sidewall fell.


I asked the foreman, "Are these men skilled,


as the men you'd hire if you had to build?"


He gave me a laugh and said, "No indeed!


just common labor is all I need.


I can easily wreck in a day or two


what builders have taken a year to do."


And I tho't to myself as I went my way,


which of these two roles have I tried to play?


Am I a builder who works with care,


measuring life by the rule and square?


Am I shaping my deeds by 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?



-- Unknown


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