True Craft

The day is an anvil which beats out the soul
The mettle is forged by the long days of toil
The molds are all filled with the same molten ore
And no part is greater than the strength of its core
If the metal should blister, no working will matter
When struck by the hammer, the piece will soon shatter
If the welds are too shallow the thing will not last
If the mettle is poor it cannot do its task
Though painted or bored, its nature won't alter
If the work ship is true, then it need never falter.

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Raj Arumugam
Ah, a summary of our very lives: The day is an anvil which beats out the soul The mettle is forged by the long days of toil
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Pendemic
Great flow and visually expressive write.
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