Of Two Hammers Poem by Bill Grace
Of Two Hammers
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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