Am I a Builder

I watched them tearing a building down, 
A gang of men in a busy town. 
With a ho-heave-ho and a lusty yell, 
They swung a beam and the sides fell. 
I asked the foreman, "Are these men skilled 
And the kind you would hire, if you had to build?" 
And he gave a laugh and said, No indeed, 
Just common labor is all I need. 
I can easily wreck in a day or two 
What other builders have taken a year to do." 
And I thought to myself as I went my way, 
"Which of these roles have I tried to play? 
Am I a builder that works with care 
Measuring life by the rule and square. 
Am I shaping my deeds to a well made plan, 
Patiently doing the best I can? 
Or am I a wrecker who walks the town, 
Content with the labor of tearing down."

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