To Ply His Trade
A man sets out to ply his trade
He's anxious: Will he make the grade
He knows there is a lot to learn
Yet money also must be earned
His life's adventure, to be played
Into the marketplace he wades
He thrusts his blade into the fray
A butcher, he, with strength to burn
To ply his trade
He slices true, his knife upraised
Each cut of meat with care is weighed
His customers do soon discern
This butcher is a man who's yearned
For livelihood that's honest-made
To ply his trade
(Iambic Tetrameter)
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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