Baker and Miner

Baker And Miner "You worked a lot with yeast "not much with rock or stone. "Will you bake rock to a feast "to nourish flesh and bone?!" "Do you have the magic wand "to turn dross to pure Gold "Or, the portent arm or hand "to fire my Furnaces so cold?!" "Will you be able to bake rock "to buns and bread so fresh "And not the Merchant Shylock "after a pound of man's flesh?!" * "Miners they sound the same "heads are as hard as rock! "They pride in the drab name; "gold and silver, their idle talk!" "The world is not run on stones "or life ruled by silver or gold. "We build the flesh and bones "frail bodies to be bold." "While both of us use hot fire "as a major tool of our trade "You were never Jesus's desire "He cursed mammon with a tirade!" * Life has been made so pure each, by holding a special place A strange Trade is not impure or strange face or rare Race. Each person plays one's own part just as a link on one chain When one link is snapped apart Chain gives in to every strain. The worst of all Sin is Pride others, subservient in nature: If another one you deride you "diminish your own stature."