The Swordsmith
From the maker's furnace comes each new life
When are portions promised of joy and strife
And these both in measure, for life one pays
And the price is fate, and it cuts both ways;
And how strife is borne will in each reveal
Whether flawed with weakness or strong as steel;
Knows the Smith, when forging the two edged sword,
How each edge it keeps, is its temper scored.
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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