I watched them tearing a building down,
A gang of men in a busy town.
With a heave and a ho and a mighty yell,
They swung a crane and a sidewall fell.
I asked the foreman, “Are these men as skilled
As the men you hire when you have to build?”
He gave me a laugh and said, “No, indeed!
Just common labor is all I need.
I can easily wreck in a day or two
What builders have taken a year to do”.
And I thought to myself as I went my way,
Which of these roles have I tried to play?
Am I a builder, who works with care,
Measuring life with a ruler and square?
Am I shaping my deeds by a well-laid plan,
Patiently doing the best I can?
Or am I a wrecker, who walks the town,
Content with the labor of tearing down?