The Craftsman

     He mended shoes for a mere pittance
        His payment was your smile
     A craftsman from another age
        Pride in his work his going wage 

     One morn his light was off, his door closed
        His customers wept, understanding
     Never again would they see his like
        The call of his craft daily demanding…
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Elliott Avatar
February 24, 2025 at 4:32 PM
A fine poem on one of God's workers and craftsmen. Sensitive penning, good friend. Many blessings ~
Wolf Avatar
February 24, 2025 at 8:18 PM
I see that you too appreciate fine craftmanship, a 'dying art,' in America today...
Tor Avatar
February 24, 2025 at 2:32 PM
These individuals are so sought after Gershon. Sad to see his light out, but it is always sad when you loose someone you have trusted with your repairs for years. Especially when you get to know them and they are honest. Enjoyed reading Gershon thought of all those craftsman I knew in my lifetime... Thanks for sharing my friend...
Wolf Avatar
February 24, 2025 at 8:36 PM
Sadly, 'craftsmanship' is dying out, as its practitioners leave the world one-by-one.
Lawless Avatar
February 24, 2025 at 11:45 AM
now the only cobblers are the ones with peaches....
Wolf Avatar
February 24, 2025 at 8:37 PM
Ha, ha. Good point. ~ gw
Cunningham Avatar
February 24, 2025 at 10:29 AM
As Bob Dylan sang, The times they are a changin' we now live in a throw away society and skilled craftsmen are no longer needed. Tom
Cunningham Avatar
February 24, 2025 at 9:30 PM
Must be a tesla, they're cheap as chips.
Wolf Avatar
February 24, 2025 at 8:40 PM
... although... I just found a weaver who'll weave you a diaper for the price of a new car. lol.
Rodrigues Avatar
February 24, 2025 at 5:35 AM
Sometimes we lose a business so precious.
Wolf Avatar
February 24, 2025 at 8:40 PM
More and more often these days, sadly.
Mckeithan Avatar
February 24, 2025 at 1:34 AM
Good one Gershon. It is unfortunate that we have lost most individual craftsmen. We have become a disposable society.
Wolf Avatar
February 24, 2025 at 8:52 PM
And not just diapers either. Now we dispose of people. Ugh!
Greenhough Avatar
February 23, 2025 at 9:31 PM
I haven't seen a shoe repair shop for years. For one thing, most shoes have rubber soles. Too bad. Lots has changed.
Wolf Avatar
February 24, 2025 at 8:56 PM
Last shoe repair shop closed in my neighborhood about ten years ago. Sad day.
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