A poem on “attitude”

I watched them tearing a building down,
A gang of men in a busy town.
With a “ho, heave ho” and a lusty yell,
They swung a beam and the sidewall fell.
I asked the foreman, “Are these men skilled?”
Men you’d hire, if you had to build?”
He smiled and said, “Oh, no indeed.
Common labor is all I need,
I can easily wreck in a day or two…
what builders have taken years to do.”
I thought to myself, as I went my way,
Which of these roles am I trying to play?
Am I a builder who works with care,
Measuring life by the rule and square?
Or, am I a wrecker who walks the town,
Content with the labor of tearing down?

Author unknown