The Man
smithies come and go
all legacies and legends
there's iron everywhere
waiting to be made
all longing to be crafted
wanting to be used
piercing hammer ring
so brilliant and resounding
finest cutting edge
curves of precision
never yielding to any
save the wielding hand
said the lyric man
only iron sharpens iron
now i understand
never wonder why
said the smithy in return
now i understand
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015
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