drawn from cracked hickory planks,
my worthiness is no longer of any use ~
i have held your thoughts together,
my threads of time have seen your plight ~
rusted, but not cracked, strong, yet withering,
a template for your life i shall always be a part of ~
beside me, forged steel of strength lay waiting,
bolts of iron muse hidden between the minds' junk ~
carpenter of knowledge sifts through our lair,
searching for perfection, they grab the shiny moment ~
bending from the heaviness in your heart,
each hardened nail thrown back into the drawer of regret ~
leaving a pile of worthless cross-threaded nuts,
a poet of conviction, never leaves his tools of wisdom unused ~
Honorable mention
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