Knife On The Table - Poem by Randy McClave
Upon the table their laid my knife
Just a simple tool of help and also strife,
Harmless and peaceful when left all alone
That can cut a slice of bread, or to stab to the bone.
I looked at the knife at where it laid
Still memorized by its sharp, silvery blade,
But, what are the thoughts that's in the brain
Will it be used for comfort, or maybe to inflict pain.
So, there still lies the knife upon the table
To pick it up and use it am I that strong and stable,
But, of course that takes a certain state of mind
As it can be used to help, or to destroy mankind.
Though the knife is only a simple un-mechanized object
Which can cut and slice and also to stab and nick,
But, in the right or wrong hand the knife can take control
It can help feed a person, or it can release their soul.
The knife it still lies upon my kitchen tabletop
Which has been used to mince and slice and also to chop,
And I have a Bible which rests upon my bedroom dresser
A similar tool, but this one is my soul's confessor.
Like the knife the Bible too has its use
But, with the wrong person it can cause suffering and abuse,
The Bible can save the soul for our life after death
And the knife, it can cause a person to take their last breath.
Randy L. McClave
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