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I stood one day in a busy town,
Watching men tear a building down.
With a heave and a ho, and a lusty yell,
They swung a boom, and a side-wall fell.
I asked the foreman of the crew,
Are they skilled as those who build anew?
Oh no, said he, no no indeed,
Common labor is all I need.
I can tear down as much in a day or two,
As it takes skilled men a year to do.
So, I asked myself as I walked away,
Just which of these roles am I trying to play?
Do I walk life’s busy way with care,
Measuring each deed with rule and square,
Or am I one who goes around,
Content with the business of tearing down?