The Carpenter
Ronald J. Curell
November 2015
Once there was a carpenter who loved his life and labor…
Always ready to lend a hand, for stranger, friend and neighbor….
With chisel, hammer or saw, he was skilled in his trade…
Loved to step back and admire… all the things he had made…..
He was faithful to his boss yet to family much, much more…
Using his skill he kept both from becoming dreadfully poor…
He worked and feed his family, till he found himself alone…
And as he aged he realized he was tired to the bone…
He could still build with the best, but not quite as quick….
This found him a little worrisome, sad and heartsick…
His joints hurt all the time, he was nowhere near as strong…
Yet as he worked he whistled a wonderful joyful song….
His children and grandchildren found things that needed repair…
Right up to the end his hard work, was devoid of despair…
Saint Peter said “glad you are here, my very good old friend....
I’ve a few things needing fixing that only you can mend...
The gates have squeaky hinges; several harps were made slipshod…
Besides watching you sit down, that would be kind of odd”…
Ronald J. Curell
November 2015
Once there was a carpenter who loved his life and labor…
Always ready to lend a hand, for stranger, friend and neighbor….
With chisel, hammer or saw, he was skilled in his trade…
Loved to step back and admire… all the things he had made…..
He was faithful to his boss yet to family much, much more…
Using his skill he kept both from becoming dreadfully poor…
He worked and feed his family, till he found himself alone…
And as he aged he realized he was tired to the bone…
He could still build with the best, but not quite as quick….
This found him a little worrisome, sad and heartsick…
His joints hurt all the time, he was nowhere near as strong…
Yet as he worked he whistled a wonderful joyful song….
His children and grandchildren found things that needed repair…
Right up to the end his hard work, was devoid of despair…
Saint Peter said “glad you are here, my very good old friend....
I’ve a few things needing fixing that only you can mend...
The gates have squeaky hinges; several harps were made slipshod…
Besides watching you sit down, that would be kind of odd”…