The Carpenter
Ronald J. Curell
November 2015
Once there was acarpenter who loved his life and labor…
Always ready to lenda hand, for stranger, friend and neighbor….
With chisel, hammeror saw, he was skilled in his trade…
Loved to step backand admire… all the things he had made…..
He was faithful tohis boss yet to family much, much more…
Using his skill hekept both from becoming dreadfully poor…
He worked and feedhis family, till he found himself alone…
And as he aged he realizedhe was tired to the bone…
He could still buildwith the best, but not quite as quick….
This found him alittle worrisome, sad and heartsick…
His joints hurt allthe time, he was nowhere near as strong…
Yet as he worked hewhistled a wonderful joyful song….
His children and grandchildrenfound things that needed repair…
Right up to the endhis hard work, was devoid of despair…
Saint Peter said “gladyou are here, my very good old friend....
I’ve a few thingsneeding fixing that only you can mend...
The gates havesqueaky hinges; several harps were made slipshod…
Besides watching you sitdown, that would be kind of odd”…
