I watched them tearing a building down,
a gang of men in a busy town.
With a heave Ho and a lusty yell,
they swung a beam and a side-wall fell.

I asked the builder are these men skilled
and the men you'd hire if you were to build?
He gave a laugh and said "No indeed,
unskilled labor is all I need.

They can easily wreck in a day or 2,
what builders have taken a year to do."
And I thought to myself as I went on my way,
which of these roles have I opted to play?

Am I a builder who builds with care,
measuring life by rule and square?
Patiently doing the best I can,
ordering things to a well-made plan?

Or am I a workman that walks the town
content with the "labor" of tearing down?

Author Unknown

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