Soft Or Hard Poem by soren Barrett

Two lumps of ore dug from earth
Emissions from mother's sore, equal from birth

One squeezed gently, smelting hit or miss
Warmed not heated immensely, cooled with a kiss
A blade made sent me, too soft, I did dismiss
The second I vowed intently, not to treat like this

Hardened in the fires of misery, quenched in the waters of want
Tempered in life's pillory, forged blade sharp and gaunt
Honed on grit's subtlety, polished fine edge of a savant
Future leaders of society from adversity's font