I heard this poem years ago and happened to stumble across it while reading this evening - it poses a provocative question for us all.
I saw them tearing a building down,
A group of men in a busy town,
With hefty blow and lusty yell,
They swung with zest,
And a side wall fell.
Asked of the foreman,
"Are these men skilled?
The kind you would hire if you had to build?"
He looked at me, and laughed, "No, indeed!
Unskilled labor is all I need.
Why, they can wreck in a day or two,
What it has taken builders years to do."
I asked myself, as I went my way,
Which of these roles have I tried to play?
Am I a builder with rule and square,
Measuring and constructing with skill and care?
Or am I the wrecker who walks the town,
Content with the business of tearing down?
I regret that I've played both roles in my life, but I strive to walk the path of a builder now. How about you?