Which Are You?

by Charles Benvegar

I watched them tear a building down;
A gang of men in a busy town.
With a mighty heave and a lusty yell,
They swung a boom and a side wall fell.

I said to the foreman, "Are these men skilled
As the men you'd hire if you had to build?"
He gave me a laugh and said, "No indeed!
Just a common laborer is all I need.

And I can wreck in a day or two
What it took the builder a year to do."
And I thought to myself as I went my way,
"Just which of these roles have I tried to play?

Am I a builder who works with care
Measuring life by the rule and square,
Or am I a wrecker as I walk the town
Content with the labor of tearing down?"

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