Tool Guy
I have never really been a tool guy.
Disappointed Dad, though he never said.
Didn’t seem to matter which tool I’d try,
What was still fixed would end up broke instead.
The hammer ended up hitting my thumb.
The screwdriver would fly off through the air.
If I plugged something in you’d better run
‘Cause power tools were more than I should dare.
I wanted so to help my dear old Dad
But I could just be trusted to get hurt
Or drop something, and then he would get mad
And have to pick the pieces from the dirt…
No, the job for me was hold the flashlight.
Any tool in my hand didn’t sit right.
Copyright © Stephen Tefft | Year Posted 2023
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