Randy McClave

(Ashland, Kentucky)

A Hammer Is A Hammer


A hammer is a hammer as I've been told
From the day manufactured, or the day bought or sold
And it will be remembered as such a tool
Even if destroyed, or examined by every molecule
It does or did exactly what a hammer entails
Staking an object or installing or removing nails
And if the handle is broken and never repaired
It still is a hammer even though weak and impaired
If we were to look about us to see what we see
We would see the shape of objects that were meant to be
A Hammer is a hammer that is profound and true
And a man is a man as I am me and you are you.

Submitted: Monday, November 18, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 18, 2013
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