Inside and outside
Lay the tools to a fruitful life
Made of iron, steel, and listening.
At my belt, the tools alternate
And I am often unprepared
For the occasion
Yet always running and sweating
to fill my toolbag.
Tools
Stubborn like a child
I hide my desire to learn and practice.
I enjoy the small lessons
On work and technology
As both give the tools to navigate
Life.
