Would I feel closer to life, to death, to earth, to my soul
if I had a trade
To create beauty where there was none before
To use strength and human spirit as the tools of my success
And to measure that success, not with dollar bills, but with nods of admiration and awe
Threading the very loom of my existence with pure joy
To collapse into deep slumber after working
Rough calloused hands until they bled satisfaction
Bring me back to that place of sweat, sunshine and peace
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