The following poem is by an Anonymous author:
"I watched them tearing a building down,
A gang of men in a busy town,
With a ho-heave-ho and lusty yell,
They swung a beam and a side wall fell.
I asked the foreman, 'Are these men skilled?
And the men you'd hire if you had to build.'
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 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 who 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?"