Tools Of The Trade

A piece about keeping you tools sharp

The Tools Of My Trade

by Chris T.

The creak of this rusty old toolbox tells a tale,

Of life not quite lived, still darkened by the veil.

For I once knew with precision each implement, each tool.

But now they are dusty, and I’m so far out of school.

I see them in the corner of the garage of my soul,

And someday I wish that I would reach my goal,

To be an instrument of God’s holy grace.

But that old toolbox just sits there staring me in the face.

Sometime next week I plan to achieve,

To break out each instrument that I did receive.

Making them all sharp as a knife,

Will make a man steady in the rough course of life

Oh, I am so busy and lacking in time,

And this may well be my most dangerous crime,

That I have allowed to be covered in rust,

The tools of my trade which now turn to dust.

Author's Note

The entire note for this piece is quite long and can't fit in here. If you wish to view please go to my blog: www.thegreatplainspoet.wordpress.com
God bless you all

Reviews

[sivan]

okay great writing... your use of words in this one was spectacular. Especially liked these line...
"I see them in the corner of the garage of my soul"
and
"And this may well be my most dangerous crime,
That I have allowed to be covered in rust,
The tools of my trade which now turn to dust."

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

"That I have allowed to be covered in rust,
The tools of my trade which now turn to dust."

i love these lines...they show splendid imagery!

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

great poem...and so is the monologue via the blog :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the photo. I would need a large tool box for my favorite writers and dictionary. I like the way you described the tool box. Gave it purpose and reason. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Chris Taylor]

Thank you Coyote for you support of my work. You have been very faithful to do so. God bless.