Buttprints
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of Hiram before me were,
But what else was seen I wasn't sure.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
and I asked Him, "Grand Master, what have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat,
But much too big to be from feet."
"Craftsman," He said in somber tones,
"For days and weeks I have tried to hone.
I challenged you to use your skill,
But you refused and shunned the guild."
"You would not learn, you would not try,
Now before me you ask why?
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt.
"Because in life, there comes a time
When one must learn and be sublime
When one must put their tools to use
When one must face honest truth
When one must work to understand.
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
Author Unknown
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