once upon a time

BAG OF HAMMERS

BAG OF HAMMERS

I've been given a bag of hammers.
Pondered on where to use them.
While pondering I thought 'I'll knock some sense into people'.
Looked around. Who shall I start with?

Then looked at myself.
Good beginning. I need a thump.
When I finished with myself I left, bloodied and bewildered, no wiser
I thought it would be easier to talk with someone
I'll go out, leaving my bag of hammers behind.

Striking out doesn't work.
Find a friend, shake their hand
Walk with them awhile, talk with them
It might work in an easier softer way.





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