I saw them tearing a building down,
A gang of men in a busy town,
With a yo heave ho and a lusty yell.
They swung a beam and the sidewall fell.
I asked the foreman if these men were as skilled
as those he would hire if he were to build.
He laughed and said, "Oh, no indeed,
common labor is all I need,
For they can wreck in a day or two,
what builders have taken years to do."
So I asked myself, as I went my way,
which of these roles am I to play?
Am I the builder, who works with care,
measuring life by the rule and square;
Or am I the wrecker who walks the town,
content in the role of tearing down?