Bill Grace


Of Two Hammers - Poem by Bill Grace

I gave a hammer to Al
Because he was great co-worker and pal
Although he called me 'Sir'
I was never taken in.

The hammer was silver not gold
Of no great worth did it hold
The silver was of steel, friendship and respect.

The hammer I kept is ugly.
It works well all the same
And is not insane
In trying to meet this world's demand for beauty.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 20, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 24, 2010


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