Title is Mister;
Boards nailed and paint mixing,
Work, the people’s mission;
Without, something’s missing.
Started in glory;
High, replete with glamor,
Now a bore and gloomy;
What it was, a glimmer.
For man’s fate chosen
By an apple, choking
All down, a new chapter
Of strife and skin chafing.
But from no relief,
Man’s good work was renewed;
Through skilled trade and repair,
A Carpenter redeemed.
Gary Edward Geraci
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