A Carpenter Without Sandpaper
A carpenter friend of mine is skilled and able.
This morning, he was building a new table.
He said, “I ran out of sandpaper. I have to get some more.
I’m going to take a quick trip to the hardware store.”
I said to him, “If it’s time you want to save,
it just so happens this morning I forgot to shave.
Here, you don’t need sandpaper to begin.
If you want to get the surface smooth, just use my chin”.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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