The Sharp Edge

         By Stick

I got a knife

When I was just a lad

It had three blades

Just like the one dad had

I've kept it in my pocket

For nigh on fifty years

And tho' it's drawn some blood

It's never caused shed tears.

My grandpa always taught me

To keep it sharp and clean

For a dull knife cuts no wood,

So the blades should all be keen.

I learned truth and honor

When I was just a lad

I was taught to always keep them,

Just like my father had.

I've kept them in my heart

For nigh on fifty years

And though it's caused no harm

It has caused a few shed tears.

My grandpa always taught me

Not to cheat and not to lie

For a liar has no honor,

So stay true until you die