Grandpa's Wooden Chest

Discussion in 'Poetry and Words of Wisdom' started by TexMass, Dec 31, 2009.

  1. TexMass

    TexMass Registered User

    I hated to hear the lawyer say
    The things my grandpa gave away.
    Like his old truck to Dad and Mom
    And world war medals to Uncle John

    My name was called
    And something was said
    About an old wooden box
    Underneath his bed.

    Just a worn out chest
    With a rusty hinge
    But I knew Grandpa kept
    Something special within.

    When I opened the lid
    All I could see
    Were some unused tools
    And a letter to me.

    A large fancy cloth
    With two long strings
    A small wooden hammer
    Among other things.

    He wrote ‘A man’s job
    Is to be a good husband father and a friend.
    I built my life as best I could
    By the tools laid here within’.

    He said ‘the compasses remind me that life has boundaries
    So live your life within.
    The square proves true and so should you
    When dealing with all your friends.

    Be an honorable man and walk uprightly
    According to the plumb.
    And the level teaches us treat all men equal
    Instead of only some.

    And now it’s your turn
    To start your journey for knowledge, love and faith
    So live your life by the Square and Compasses
    And tools of your trade’.

    Many years have passed since I first opened
    Grandpas wooden chest
    The tools he gave me, the words he wrote,
    The challenge to be my best.

    Today I’ll visit Grandpa
    At the place where he was laid
    To let him know he can be proud
    I’m a Master of my trade.

    -Wor. Jack Sutton
  2. Bro. Stewart P.M.

    Bro. Stewart P.M. Lead Moderator Emeritus Staff Member

    Thanks Brother Jack for sharing this personal poem with us!
  3. Blake Bowden

    Blake Bowden Administrator Staff Member

    Excellent poem. Thank you!
  4. B.Eddlemon

    B.Eddlemon Registered User

    Very well said Brother. Thank you

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